My Tree Poem by Elia Michael
My Tree
They are here from the nursery
They’ve come to chop down my tree
Well not completely chop it down
But at least to chop off its crown
I find it such a useful tree
I don’t know where I would be
Without its cool shade in summer
Perhaps a little glummer
In winter all its leaves do fall
So the sun shines on my wall
And it brightens my little flat
The very one I am at
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/24/2024 2:24:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
