Sassy

She is the talk of the town, every season that passes You'll see her around,.... Miss Sassy Pistashe Who flaunts her good looks, preening over the sage When she makes her grand entrance, she’s the rage of the stage! Changing clothes after summer, wearing feathers, so brash she is queen of the, autumn, with a flaming red sash She's never discreet, is quite daring and chic’ and will steal all the limelight, upon every hill She upstages poor Willow, who seems rather ill will outshine Miss Maple, …out-dresses Miss Ash With colors of fire, and a 'come hither' tease Her wiles shock onlookers, with each crimson leaf She flashes her limbs and wiggles her twigs She loves to show off, with her bright scarlet wig Never humble, she’s bold, loves to put on a show Even Miss Sunset, has felt rather low She tends to be rash….Miss Sassy Pistashe’ At the first sign of chill, she will toss feathered leaves She will even bare limbs…and dance in the breeze Late in the season, she changes her tune Bends all her branches, and makes valleys swoon But she doesn't catch cold, ...she thrives by the moon She has thrown off her clothes, each leaf she has grown To be 'gone with the wind', like that Scarlet, we've known Stealing the limelight, with no modesty,…then… Comes back in the autumn......begging attention again!! ______________________________________________ Personifcation of Pistashe' Tree For Contest sponsored by Lewis Raynes