A Limerick For Poets Pub...

The trees, the bull, the man took a stand

All rooted 'til he stretched out his hand

The bull invited the man to leave

First he thought of climbing a tree

But smartly chosen the man ran.

Trees for dVerse~Poets Pub

Trees can be for Putty Tats

For climbing and shade

This and that

Trees can make a house

They feed us

And can hide a mouse

I love when they sing

On a windy day

Birds rest their wings