Poem 1:
Let's gather beneath the Horseshoe Tree, the symbol of our childhood,
We had adventures, made up games, imagined things no one else ever would,
I remember the friends I made, the teachers who taught us, I could never forget,
A tree may be a tree, unable to speak, but this tree was special like the people it met.
Poem 2:
Years it sat, and a great light split the sky,
Scarring the tree for years passing by,
But it gave the tree all new life,
So it didn't have to live in strife,
Until the day its leaves didn't grow back,
Then in life it began to lack,
A fallen tree, takin