The Yew Tree
Go and plant a tree
It is our wedding anniversary
I certainly will I said,
I went and bought a Golden Yew
It’s leaves for me
And berries for you!
The Yew is fifty years old
Is always covered in green and gold
It’s berries twinkle in the Sun
Much loved and admired by everyone!
A mistle thrush comes to the Yew Tree
And sings its song for you and me
Each evening so sweetly and so long
Renews our ties each year anew
For you and me and the golden Yew.
This poem sings!!!
There is such a realistic sweetness to your poem that I love. Thank you for writing a just right poem about love.
I love this poem. It’s sweet and has a melodious quality to it .I love trees and got attracted to your title, and I just kept on reading. Love the rhyme. Thank you.
I wonder how your long lived yew tree and your sister’s long lived bougainvillea tree view you and your sister.