Crooked Little Tree

Crooked Little Tree

When I go down Nantasket Ave
I sometimes
notice that I have
A special tree I like to see, it draws my full attention
It’s short and stout
It waves about and somehow it survives
Pelting rain, freezing snow, hot sun, and it just thrives!
Misshapen is a word that fits
Though it isn’t very nice
That tree’s been through much weather
Wind, sun, snow and ice
Yet is stands there oh so bravely, stronger every year
I’m grateful for you, Stumpy
At how you persevere.