The spruce tree by the old pool
Sits amongst other plants
It doesn't know very well
And has never seen before
The spruce tree by the old pool
Has used needles and candy wrappers
Hiding in the earth by its roots
Waiting to be found
The spruce tree by the old pool
Sits beside a window
Boarded up with expensive plywood
To deter the glass from breaking
The spruce tree by the old pool
Is a blue spruce
Mascot of the city
It's going to finish its life in
The spruce tree by the old pool
Has become a house
A shelter
On many a cold nights
The spruce tree by the old pool
Stares at the city it is resident
And cries
At where its life will end
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Poetry Book 4
Puisihello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
