MY CHERRY TREE.
Of all an old hag's wish left standing
Was a purple berry cherry tree
That lit her pathway of understanding
None did but me.
With her cherry's so rare
And purple and clean and gold,
She was my burden to bare
My treasured hue to hold.
Not straight nor tall nor thin
But tilted but dwarfed but thick,
In the eyes of none who believed
She hid in the sight of those who failed to think.
Mine to be never to part,
Watered each day with bronze of steel
Her seeds grew deep in my heart
My purple berry cherry tree.