You know you really cramp my style <br />when you climb up my beautiful bark. <br />I don't care who climbs my tree, or who sits in it <br />but you dear Ivy you certainly make your mark. <br />But how do you get here I would very much like to know <br />because once you arrive you never let go and you <br />always steal the show. <br />You grow so fast with your varigated green, and <br />me the poor oak, well I am ashamed to be seen. <br />There I stand in the winter with out a single leaf and you <br />look a picture, oh what greaf. You may look pretty but I am <br />mighty and there are times in the year that you are unsightly. <br />Your leaves dry up under the hot summer sun, so climbing <br />up my bark do you really call that fun. <br />After all I have stood here for hundreds of years and your the <br />one that gets cut back by the sheers.Every couple of years it <br />happens again and again, so why don't you give up and avoid <br />all that pain.You keep coming back no matter how hard they try <br />but one day dear Ivy your'e just curl up and die<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-ivy/