Lee Crowell

Rookie - 0 Points (06 14 1953 / Pocono Mountains)

White Birch Tree - Poem by Lee Crowell

I came to see a white birch tree
learned language to say
it's a fine sight
I trained to work
my hunger was fed
and there were occasions to fight

travelers came tossing words
telling stories within our walls
and a man better stand behind what he says
when another man says he calls

you can brag on your ancient buildings
and pyramids that no one will see
but for now we'll agree there never can be
something finer than this white birch tree


Comments about White Birch Tree by Lee Crowell

  • Rookie - 9 Points Linda Winchell (10/31/2008 9:18:00 PM)

    I must agree Sir Lee Crowell, there is nothing finer than a White Birch! I wish I had a hundered of them in the forest of our farm. Too much green. I give this one a ten!
    God Bless, Linda (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 31, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 15, 2009


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