PINE trees sighin'? Wal, I guess not, Never heard a pine tree sigh. Heard 'em whistlin' like blue blazes, Laughin' like as they would die. Just one time they ain't a-whistlin', -- When the forest's all aflame With the colors of the autumn, Then it's just a cryin' shame Way them maples in new dresses Swaggers 'round afore them pines, (Just like schoolgirls' exhibition,) All togged out to say their lines. Then them pines ain't saying nothin', 'Cept to murmur now and then, Just to show they're still alivin', "Wait till winter comes again." Sort o' scares them stylish maples, Makes 'em nervous and they shake Till they just go all to pieces, Realizin' their mistake. And the pine trees whistle louder When them dresses turns to brown. Never stop their talk for breathin' Till the leaves come whirlin' down. My! but how them pines do whistle When the snow whirls 'round their feet, Laughin' at them poor young maples Standin' bare agin the sleet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALEXANDER THROCKMORTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 2. CAMBODIA by KAREN SWENSON |