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