Here are the maple trees on our street. Isaac and I walk through the leaves, crunch crunching along. The poem below is from a book of his, called Eenie Meenie Manitoba.
This Tree By Robert Heidbreder
This black oak leans to the right.
This white birch soars out of sight.
This yellow willow creaks and sways.
This grey elm's seen stronger days.
But this red maple's wide and high.
We'll climb its green and reach blue sky.