I wrote this song about 10 years ago. It reminds me of the Autumn months.
THE BLUE SPRUCE
The blue spruce is green
While others lose their leaves
Gold is on the ground
It brings you to your knees
Stuff them into bags
Throw them in the back
On you're way you go
head on into town
It's just a nursery
The baby is a tree
It wears a safety belt
The bulb it takes a seat
The blue spruce is green
You're out on 203
Off to Spencertown
Leaving Chatham now
Austerlitz you see
With Edna in your dreams
14 lines in all
You sing the sonnet song
And out on 22
You reach the borderline
New England's scenic view
You haven't got the time
The blue spruce is green
