Poem No. 11 The Yew Tree

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.

4 thoughts on “Poem No. 11 The Yew Tree

  1. 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.

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