Trees In A Storm
O, what must the tall trees
Think of me for going
Off to find a sheltering place
When a storm is blowing?
How must all the brave trees
Wonder at my fright
When the tempest hurls a swift
Jagged fork of light!
And must not the strong trees
Laugh at me, perhaps,
In their beautiful delight
Of the thunder-claps?
Tall and brave and strong trees,
With your guidance, I
Soon shall meet a storm with arms
Flung, laughing, to the sky!
~ Elaine V. Emans
From my mother's poetry notebook
O, what must the tall trees
Think of me for going
Off to find a sheltering place
When a storm is blowing?
How must all the brave trees
Wonder at my fright
When the tempest hurls a swift
Jagged fork of light!
And must not the strong trees
Laugh at me, perhaps,
In their beautiful delight
Of the thunder-claps?
Tall and brave and strong trees,
With your guidance, I
Soon shall meet a storm with arms
Flung, laughing, to the sky!
~ Elaine V. Emans
From my mother's poetry notebook
