The Old Elm The old elm stands in its glorious pose,
in its quivering leaves the wind gently blows.
I sit underneath its sheltering shade
and I think of the seed from which it was made.
And I think of its years and of all that it's seen,
its branches, too - alive, strong, and green.
The birds and the people admire its grace,
and it lasts in our memories with its vibrant embrace.