And No Real Forest Since Compared

There were so many trees
Around that place, all tall
To a small eight-year old,

Oaks with mysterious
Color codes that didn’t
Correspond to their bark

Or leaves a kid could see,
Various kinds of pines,
Other deciduous

Second-growth pillared crowds.
It seemed like a forest,
All few acres of it,

To a child who’d never
Been in a real forest.