Nurseries Poem by Teresa Hooley

I love the nurseries,
Where, all arow,
The trees stand up and grow-
The little trees:
Willow and larch and fir,
Chestnut and juniper,
Rowan and copper beech,
Each by each.

Shy aspens slim and fair
Go trembling;
White birches toss and fling
Rain from their hair-
Soft rain that fell to-day,
Warm silver rain of May-
O scent along the breeze
Of young wet trees!

And there are fruit trees small,
Apple and pear-
Pink petals through the air
Scatter and fall;
Laburnums' yellow shower,
And lilacs full of flower....
I am in love with trees
In nurseries.