Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AT THE END OF ELMWOOD AVENUE, by DRUSILLA M. WILEY


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AT THE END OF ELMWOOD AVENUE, by                    
First Line: The elmwood trees form an arch at the end of our street
Last Line: But the trees remain silent. Their arms are barren.
Subject(s): Elm Trees; Home


The elmwood trees form an arch at the end of our street,
A swaying cascade of yellow gold in autumn,
And every little while the wind sweeps by
Singing songs, rollicking songs
So gay! Such a gallant troubadour
Begging of their leaves,
And how can they resist him?
Merrily they give them up
And they dance blithely down the dirty pavement
Like a host of yellow butterflies set free.
For an instant they are borne on their fragile wings
Across the sunlit skies
Before they flutter, trembling downward
To lie mute in their agony --
Crumbled, broken and dead.

The elmwood trees form an arch at the end of our street,
In winter the wind sweeps by again
Circling in endless entreaties,
But the trees remain silent. Their arms are barren.





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