They cut my poet tree down Striped it of all its leaves and branches It was home not just for the squirrels and birds It was home to all my poems The ones I wrought when the weather was warm When the sky was blue And the sun was a friend Who cheered up my day? They cut my poet tree down Were will I go now Were will I find a tree So wise so strong Like finding a old friend I found my poet tree again It has been a witness to great things Seen many different people and a lot of history I found my poet tree On the college campus of Spellman With inspiration it will remain their forever
Reason for writing:
I wrought this wile I was in Atlanta staying on the on the campus of Spellmen college. There I found this tree; I'm not sure what kind it was I think oak tree. This was the image of the poetry.
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