Author Peter H. Lee Don't mock a pine twisted and bent by the winds. Flowers in the spring wind, can they keep their brilliance? When wind blows and snow whirls, you will call for me. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments