Elm

Within a day.
All the leaves were gone.

Once looking proud and strong.
Now forlorn and wrong.

A winter storm had come.
Left it cold, naked and numb.

Roots deep.
In the concrete jungle.

Its great great Dutch uncle.
Took a tumble.

When the lime disease hit.
They were close knit.

From the same stock split.
Every year to recommit.

Now was the time
to hunker down.

Like a shanty town.
Under an eiderdown.

Tall, slender and brown.
A survivor renowned.