From the midst of the black young elms
Like a shout out of silence
Startling the sky.
The envious trees
Stretch tiptoe, striving
Toward that unattainable height.
("Surely," they think, "it is only a tree
Wintry-black, and curiously shaped . . .")
With indifferent superiority
The water tower overtops them,
Standing unmoved while they tremble and shake in the wind.
But April is coming . . .
__Nora B. Cunningham
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)