The Spruces Of The Forest

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Title:     The Spruces Of The Forest
Author: Howard V. Sutherland [More Titles by Sutherland]

Unhappy trees, beneath whose graceful branches
No lovers walk, no children ever play;
Who never hear the sound of girlish laughter,
But pass in gloom your silent lives away;
I wonder if ye heed me as I press
My heart to yours in utter loneliness.

I wonder if ye see me as I wander
Along the trail no feet but mine e'er tread;
I wonder if ye hear me when I murmur
The name of one who might as well be dead
So far away, so very far is she--
I wonder if ye heed and pity me?

[The end]
Howard V. Sutherland's poem: Spruces Of The Forest

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