Ash Tree Pantry
16 Dec 2016
When the snow’s fallen all around,
During the coldest time of the year,
Birds can’t find food on the ground,
But the trees give sustenance and cheer.
In the yard’s a mountain ash tree.
It’s where the robins come to eat.
The red berries are as pretty as can be
And the birds enjoy them as a treat.
The leaves are all gone, blown away.
The branches are full of red berries,
Giving the robins a reason to stay
And be nature’s cheerful emissaries.
16 Dec 2016
When the snow’s fallen all around,
During the coldest time of the year,
Birds can’t find food on the ground,
But the trees give sustenance and cheer.
In the yard’s a mountain ash tree.
It’s where the robins come to eat.
The red berries are as pretty as can be
And the birds enjoy them as a treat.
The leaves are all gone, blown away.
The branches are full of red berries,
Giving the robins a reason to stay
And be nature’s cheerful emissaries.
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