And the last short one is called "Child's Elm Song."
We're losing the elms, just terribly, in Minnesota,
if not elsewhere.
And my block is losing most of its trees.
This is called "Child's Elm Song."
If there were no trees, I would take my turn
and stand in the street in spring
with arms wide open, in case there were birds
who needed a place to sing.
That's all.
Love me, love my doggerel.
That's all it is.