name of pome

Once there was a young writer whose name unique her name was Poem young and free with her time what would she see, see fit to do she saw a tree as time went by she sat there all the time no one liked her name was so weird and she was more all they saw was a girl who sat staring into space but behind that frozen smiling face lived a lovely and wilder place she made masterpieces but no one did care when she tried to share they would point and stare and drive her back home, under the tree which she loved were the poems one day after she changed her name out of shame her art was found she left her name her old name back at the tree her legacy is pometree