A boy left his bike chained to a tree when he went away to war in 1914. He never returned, leaving the tree no choice but to grow around the bike. Incredible that this bike has been there for 98 years now!
not sure this tree ever had snowy branches...but i love this poem anyway!! : A tree whose hungry mouth is prest, against the earth's sweet flowing breast. A tree that looks at God all day and lifts her leafy arms to pray. A tree that may in summer wear a nest of robin's in her hair. Upon whose bosom snow has lain and intimately lives with rain... ~ Joyce Kilmer