'Neath The Pines
‘Neath the pines
Tall majestic pines
Log walls hewn by ancient axe
Loves and lives and sorrows passed
They flicker in the moonlight
Spackled ‘cross the fallen leaves
Needles on the forest floor
Listen for a moment...
The wind sweeps through the boughs
Like a sigh.
(Previously published in Over The Back Fence Magazine, Fall 2001)