TWO BLUE SPRUCE

The two blue spruce reside in our front yard.
A nursery planted them when we moved here.
They flank our door and stand a stately guard,
As if to say there's nothing here to fear.

They're filled with cones all gathered at the top
And with each gust they hurtle to the ground.
Jaydee picks them up and never stops
As new winds come and start another round.

These trees have grown most of our married life.
From little sprouts they now reach to the sky.
They feed the wonder with which grandgirls are rife
And like those trees, their reach is never shy.

When we're long gone the spruce will stay
And sow more wonder on the way.