Among the Pines All peaceful times and places dreamed Can not compare with what I�ve seen With more rouse of sense and peace of mind, As when I walk among the pines. The gentle rush of the breeze Gives off eerie, ghost-like qualities. Imagination soon tricks my mind; Behind each tree, what will I find? A trodden path has caught my eye. Prints of four-footed creatures lie. Anticipation now wells inside, Shall I see them or will they hide? In a clearing past the granite wall, Upon the hill where sunshine falls, All around the stones and fallen trees, Are bushes ripe with blueberries. Aware of other's eyes on me, I scan the limbs and ground to see. Soon catch a glimpse, then rustling. This creature quickly takes to wing. The path will take me back, I know, To a familiar place and things, although, I look forward, to things I'll find, When next I walk among the pines. Douglas Fletcher 4/22/2001 |
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