Gary,


Now I really appreciate you differentiating between pine and spruce. That's
a fairly objective problem and one that would put me off a poem if I picked
it up in someone else's. Believe it or not I did recently pick up a book to
try to get to grips with the conifers but then I gave up when I saw how many
there were. Off the top of you head are there any  true pines that could
take the place of Norway Spruce in this poem? Otherwise all the pines can
become Spruces wherever they appear. 

Colloquially pine tree = Christmas tree etc So I guess that a lot of people
wouldn't have noticed.


Colin

> -----Original Message-----
> From: Gary Blankenship [SMTP:[log in to unmask]]
> Sent: Thursday, December 12, 2002 2:37 AM
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> Subject:      Re: New sub (view from the desk)
> 
> Colin, it grows, but a couple of thoughts:
> 
> Sitting here at my desk
> how can I not know
> it is only the pine tree at the end of my garden
> that I see through the glass?
> Have I not passed it often
> as I walked along the rough path
> and given it no second thought:
> just a Norway Spruce in a bit of hard ground, (but it was a pine, so this
> confusing)
> lank and half grown, wet, not even indigenous
> and yet no matter how often I have gone unheeding by, (a rough line, a bit
> too long - gone by without the and might work as well)
> beyond the window
> with no land in sight
> it is pine against blue. (pine or spruce or both?)
> Can it be from my garden (this line and that below a bit rough to me.)
> whence springs the treasured green?
> I dream of mountains with tree lines
> and northern snow.
> Now and from this angle
> in another land
> it seems to grow. (the rhyme works well)
> 
> Thanks.
> 
> Gary
> 
> 
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