The whistle stop

It may have beena whistle-stop to some (but not to me)It may have beenthere all the whilebeside the avid treeAnd when the seasonschanged – and thesunset turned to dayThe deciduousand evergreeninvited all to stayThey shaded thoughtsof yesteryearand thoughts yet to applyAnd as the winterturned to springthey pondered – asking whyWhy did that manjust disappearand fear […]