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
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