Jagged
Boughs
Of
The
Pine
Tree
In
My
View
Are
All
Askew.
One
Side
Reaches
Into
Upper
Air,
And
The
Other
Side
Just
Hangs
There.
The
Slender
Trunk
In
Particular
Tilts
From
The
Perpendicular
To
Rock
At
About
Eleven
O’clock.
Some
Day,
A
Sudden
Wind
May
Increase
The
Sway
And
Take
It,
Break
It
Down
And
That
Would
Be
Sad.
Its
Irregularities
And
Mine
Make
Me
Glad.