My Fancy
Why do trees along the river
     Lean so far out o’er the tide?
Very wise men tell me why, but
    I am never satisfied;
And so I keep my fancy still,
    That trees lean out to save
The drowning from the clutches of
    The cold, remorseless wave.
Credit
              From The Poems of Alexander Lawrence Posey (Crane & Co., 1910). This poem is in the public domain.
Date Published
              09/27/2017
           
      