The expert said the old crabapple tree Should be cut down, for it had served its time; It was a rotten shell, and past its prime; It took the space where a good tree should be. True it was old, but wrapped in dignity When Mother saw it first, in winter's grime; To cut it now would almost be a crime. My Mother's heart told her to disagree. She let it stand, and when the springtime came, A surge of energy which burst in flame From some deep-hidden source the old tree found Of pink and white crabapple blossoms round. The tree was full of beauty undenied, Its harvest bountiful, the year it died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN SONG FOR THE LUDDITES by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A CHRISTMAS CAROL by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND THE SONG OF AMORGEN by AMORGEN; AMERGIN GLUINGEI; THE OLD BRIDGE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER PSALM 5; AUGUST 12, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |