The fallen Elm (2)
Old favourite tree, thoust seen times changes lower
But change till now did never come to thee;
For time beheld thee as his sacred dower
And nature claimed thee her domestic tree.
Storms came and shook thee with a living power
Yet stedfast to thy home thy roots hath been;
Summers of thirst parched round thy homely bower
Till earth grew iron — still thy leaves was green.
The childern sought thee in thy summer shade
And made their play house rings of sticks and stone
The mavis sang and felt himself alone
While in they leaves his early nest was made,
And I did feel his happiness mine own
Nought heeding that our friendship was betrayed
Posted by Arborfield at 8:26 am