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Pine Cone

The pine cone sits and rests, features and expression indelible. At a season of tricky tests, its prickly scales are incredible, open and close, fully flexible. Life-giving rain makes it fold. outer scales extend, then close. Until drying winds, it will hold. Then sweet release! Its pose is fully spread, brash and bold! Its seeds release into the winds and travel to faraway places. With a sardonic chuckle, it grins at the small challenges it faces. To proliferate, it weather-paces!

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Date: 12/13/2022 8:27:00 PM
All that magic from a little pine cone! -- And provided by the poetic touch of an laf. Thank you, Linda. :) gw
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Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 12/14/2022 7:26:00 AM
Hi gw. They are magical, aren't they? Thanks for stopping and commenting. :) laf
Date: 12/12/2022 11:10:00 AM
Enjoyed this one Linda, I've got one on display that I brought home from Yosemite park. Good luck in the contest. Tom
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Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 12/13/2022 5:53:00 AM
Thank you Tom. I had one (from East Texas LOL :) on the mantle that would tell me when to regulate the humidity in the house. Fascinating!
Date: 12/12/2022 9:59:00 AM
What a cute poem. I love the smell of pine trees.
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Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 12/13/2022 5:51:00 AM
Thank you friend Victor. :)

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