The winter wind would often sing
Through snowy branches, and in spring,
When warm winds reached us from the west,
Our elm tree held a new bird’s nest;
Still later, as the sun grew hot,
It made me such a shady spot
Where I would sit and read and play
Every pretty summer day.
It drops off colored leaves in fall.
I guess an elm tree, after all,
Is int’resting as it can be–
And friendly, too, when you are three!
by Ray Romine Thursday, February 7, 1952
