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NEEDLE PINES

Wednesday, 23. January 2008, 00:54:07

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NEEDLE PINES

Tall green pines slanted
to the years of winds
seasoned ocean breeze

and there falls the
needles of pine that
fall and weep with ease

the needles they gather
upon the soft grassy
slop-ed grounds

until they too change
over time and their
color turned to brown

WHEN JASMINE BLOSSOMSSUMMER'S APARTMENT

Comments

ellinidata 23. January 2008, 08:01

I love this poem. I do have pine trees in my Pennsylvania Country House. In the summer I do spend hours under the trees where the shade is as thick as no other place in my back yard...Even the birds sound far away when I read my book and breath in the smell of them

Maree Long 23. January 2008, 08:08

so tell me about Pennyslvania - describe it to me? I have never been there and thank you - I got to sit under them a few times by the beach

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