trees

trees
pines
the slow measure of the chanted war song……the storm cloud,dull throbbing black against the sky……
the lover constant though unloved.

poplars
statuesque cold-eyed women
in smooth,caress-inviting green silk
en promenade.

the blue spruce
faultlessly carven jade
is no more faultless than you are
little tree.
but i love you,
little tree,
in spite of your faultlessness.

nelson antrim crawford 林
n·a·克劳福特 

 松林
堂堂的军歌悠扬……
愁云森耸向苍穹……
劲节傲冰霜。

白杨林
一群冷眼的女神像，
妖娆的绿绢衣裳，
散步在路上。

白皮松
庄重的玉雕，
比不上你的庄重，
小小的白皮松，
但我爱你哦，
小小的白皮松，
虽然你太庄重。