Elms


Another treat in poetry

from my great grandmother:

For elm trees grow like earnest men

who in their youth

grow narrowly, tall with desire

for skies of truth.

Grown older, they reach out broad arms

well-leaved with sympathy

to throw a gracious, grateful shade

of heart-deep charity.

Then, after years of sun and rain,

Unconscious of their majesty

the old trees wear the coronal

of grace -- humility.

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