Against the sky of palest blue <br />The poplar trees stood straight and tall, <br />And towered above the rooftops <br />Casting shadows down beneath. <br /> <br />A cooling breeze caressed their twigs <br />Which soon would wear a cloak of green, <br />For summer days were drawing near <br />That urged the sap to rise. <br /> <br />Within the crowns that lay so bare <br />A group of crows did try to gain, <br />The highest point of status <br />As they squabbled and they fought. <br /> <br />Their raucous calls and flapping wings <br />Disturbed the silence of the morn, <br />Until they found their rightful place <br />And arguments ageed. <br /> <br />Against the sky of palest blue <br />Their sillhouettes as black as night, <br />So still they perched amongst the boughs <br />Upon the poplar trees.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-crows-within-the-poplar-trees/
