THE poor trees stand and shiver so, Like ragged beggars in a row. Without a cloak in frost and snow. I think it's strange about the trees ''" In summer when there's little breeze They all dress up rich as you please. No beggars then, but fine and grand Like Princes of a mighty land Across the world in rows they stand. But now in cold they shiver so Like ragged beggars in a row ''" Without a cloak in wind and snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR FROM THE SHORE by CARL SANDBURG SONNET: 48 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |