The lonely tree
Rosalie Housman
A twisted ash, a ragged fir,
A silver birch with leaves astir.
Men talk of forests broad and deep,
Where summer-long the shadows sleep.
Though I love forests deep and wide,
The lone tree on the bare hill-side,
The brave, wind-beaten, lonely tree,
Is rooted in the heart of me.
A twisted ash, a ragged fir,
A silver birch with leaves astir.