One thing i’ll  miss, once winter splits
is the bare and naked trees..
For spring has waited, patiently
to dress them up in leaves.
I love to see the shadow of
their trunks against a sunset sky…
(Naked trees are sexy things
but for what i don’t know why…)
I love their branches laced in snow
up against a sky of blue…
I love them dressed up in ice
with a bright sun shining through..
Once their dressed, i must confess
they don’t do a thing for me
though i do love the spring time buds
that change the scenery..
I love them  best, when their dressed
In the beauty  Autumn  brings..
Still, Naked trees, are defiently
one one  my favorite things…
I know that lots of you will say
“she’s talking about a friggin tree.”.
But do one thing,for me  this spring
check out a naked pregant tree

In the middle of nowhere..
high on a hill
There is a old school house
sitting silent and still..
with  years long  standing  idle
her steps covered in moss..
to see her so neglected
seems such a loss..
The old bricks that hold her
are still standing stong..
the old school’s foundation
did not do her wrong..
You’d think all the teachers
the doctors and such..
who walked through these doors
and loved her so much
would get with the others
To bring back her shine..
and restore all her beauty
to last for all time…