Arborvitae At Land's End

My arborvitae, silent, stalwart centurions, Mark land's end at home, Keeping that enchanted world safe from intrusion, And from them many birds do roam. Lacy green fingers reaching to the sky, Wrapped in a magic aura of cedar scent, Their stolid beauty bows to the breezes that pass by, Strength and surrender at once as they bent. These friendly guardian angels make me smile, For they've thrived in such a short while, Robust and hearty yet elegant, Watching them grow, my life shall happily be spent. M. Renee Taylor 4-29-2010