Elm Tree
I told the elm it was called ELM, and it was grateful,
for it always wondered what its name could be.
I told the elm I liked it stately,
and in reply it waved a branch to me.
It watched me as I skirted round it
in long skirts I wore back then,
and the elm looked through its kindly branches
while I wrote ELM on twig with pen.
9/17/2017
Copyright © Laura Shale | Year Posted 2017
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