Classic Poem

You don't know cedar trees unless
You've seem them in the snow —
I live among the winter trees
And so I know!

The pine trees hold their arms too wide
And catch too much.
The hemlocks spread their fingers out
And have no clutch.

The spruces all are built too close
And don't hold snow —
I live among the winter trees
And so I know!

The junipers are very low,
And there's a pointed fir
That gathers little rings of snow
To lie around her.

Every tree it catches some
Of the white stuff,
But wise old cedars, standing tall,
Hold just enough!