Swan Song of the Spruce

 

 

 Came a man with a big chain saw and pickup truck

Fireplace wood; our bad was his good luck.

All the branches still blanket the backyard.

East Winds are henceforth forever disbarred.

 The next day, High Priests from the Ward

Came to tidy up our back yard.

We couldn’t have done it alone.

East Winds how mightily you have blown.

 There’s one more tear in my eye.

Thank You Kind People, we’re gonna get by.