The Spirit Of Green
The spirit of green
Comes unusually fast
Creating a mean
Strong supporting mast...
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The spirit of green
Comes unusually fast
Creating a mean
Strong supporting mast...
in Change Poems
Looking through the window
There is a small child
Sitting with his pillow
He has been there for a while
The blood was shed
It will never be the same
Feel the intruding lead
That hangs my head in pain
The whole last week of my English grade 10 class, we were discussing this poem and analyzing it in New York. It's crazy how powerful someone's words can be and how they can effect people...