The pine trees on our backyard hill
withstand the seasons’ offerings.
In winter heavy snowfall clings.
In spring the robins eat their fill

from feeders and, most times, they spill.
The autumn wind bends, twists and wrings
the pine trees on our backyard hill.
Can they withstand those offerings?

Our Midwest winter brings a chill,
sends birds much farther south on wings.
The summer sun tunes up and sings
its songs through branches o, so still,
through pine trees on our backyard hill.