The Crabapple Trees Poem by J.B. LeBuert

The crabapple trees are beginning to bloom.
In a couple of weeks, they'll banish your gloom.
I've got three types, the red, the pink, and the white.
They're all a wondrous and beautiful sight.

They are a source of food for the cedar waxwing,
The grey and yellow feathers, much joy they do bring.
Many other birds eat the small fruit that they bear.
They know the exact time, to come eat the ripe fare.

I have half a dozen of these fruit yielding trees.
Come visit and see them, I know they will please.
You just can't imagine the several odd species,
That I have in the backyard, and that's no feces.

One variety, I'm not sure the name,
The crabapples are large and not the same
As the bigger trees; with fruit quite little;
The blossoms like roses, truly a riddle.

You'll think that they naturally pose.
It's the trimming I do, and nobody knows,
The work involved to keep the trees pretty.
Gardening is hard work, but don't show me pity.

To keep the trees healthy,
You don't have to be wealthy.
Treat them with love and tender care,
They'll respond to your touch, and your heart ensnare.