My Pines
MY
PINES
TALL TREES
NEEDLED BRANCHES
COLOR OF DARKEST GREEN
WHISPER SOFTLY IN THE WIND
BIRD NESTS NESTING IN BETWEEN
PINE ROOTS ANCHOR DEEP IN THE GROUND
HOLDING THEM FAST EVEN WHEN THE NORTH
WINDS SQUALL MY PINES STILL STAND VERY TALL
PINES
TREES
SMELL
QUITE
GOOD
TO ME
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Copyright © Janet Grace | Year Posted 2016
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