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Ten Trees

by Leandra K Brossard

Ten trees growing in a ring,
Smile at Northwind as she sings,
They dance all day and all night long,
They dance in time to Northwind's song.

But with Northwind comes winter's chill,
The trees unknowing are frozen still.
Their leaves are gone, their laughter to,
There is nothing that they can do.

Ecxept wait for springtime to come,
For their time of waiting to be done,
That they might frolic once again,
The ring of trees that numbered ten.

(I wrote this when I was 14 and I remember being
ecstatic because the first and last lines turned
out to be inversions of each other.)


Posted on 09/25/2001
Copyright © 2021 Leandra K Brossard

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/31/04 at 06:00 AM

Fun to read it rates a ten...Charlie

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