Rhythm of the Sand Pine
Rhythm of the Sand Pine
Lazily waving in the brisk morning air;
Tranquility of a sylvan setting so strikingly rare.
Flailing her arms like the great timberland bear;
This venerable statesman which none can compare.
A mighty conifer standing in the woodland foursquare,
As mysterious and perplexing as the elusive sea hare.
Ancestral descendants of ancient forebears,
Standing at arms, trespassers beware.
May 20, 2016
Copyright © R.A. Marschall | Year Posted 2016
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