Mable Jo Baker
Tree Ballet - Poem by Mable Jo Baker
Five Italian cypress trees
Standing in a row,
Like tall and slender sentinels,
Until the wind begins to blow!
They slip into their dancing shoes
And do a great ballet!
They whirl and bend and waltz around,
They swirl and weave and sway!
Bowing low in unison,
In dizzy circles flowing,
And planned for just this showing!
I stand here by my window
And watch, in fascination!
They bow in perfect harmony,
I clap my appreciation!
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