An Ode to Me
by David L. Harrison
I shiver when the winter flays me bare,
But ahh the joy when leaves renew in spring!
People walking by are prone to stare.
They can’t believe I’ll have another fling.
To compensate, as aging trees will do,
I make up for my dissipating strength
By lightening my limbs with beetle holes.
My friends I offer this advice to you,
Trees with grit will go to any length.
Never underestimate our souls.