Janet Grace Poet Shape

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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David Bose November 30, 2016 at 7:00 AM Very fun, Janet. Not only a pleasure to read but nice just to look at. Thanks for it, Dave

Anne-Lise Andresen November 28, 2016 at 2:40 AM - You did great, Janet :) .... with smell, lovely - Congratulations with your first shape poem :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)