The Whiffle Tree Poem by Richard D Remler

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Irma found a piccolo
Growing on a Whiffle Tree.

It whistled puffs of winter snow
That drifted out upon the sea.

And taught the waters green and blue
A song that echoed extra new.

Who would ever think a piccolo
Would wish to grow so beautifully

Out from such an average branch,
On such a quiet, lonely tree?

But how it grew!
So grand,
So full,
This selfless,
This young piccolo...

It spread out leaves that touched each star,
It did not have to reach too far.

The stars, they drew close as can be
To hear it serenade the sea.

The waters ebbed along the shore,
Just to hear the song once more.

And every Willow Bird and Bee
Took their rest upon the tree

That stood its watch upon the shore,
And the tree was lonely nevermore.


Copyright © MMXIV Richard D. Remler


**A Children's Tale**