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Wind in the Pines First, the branches sway then the sound, a peaceful, distant train a song up high |
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Thoughts of years ago Fishing, hunting near a stream Father at my side |
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Near the lake the pines sway Camp chatter heard before the dawn and family starts the day |
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Crystal clear the pine reflects Peaceful, ripples, quiet water The loon calls , love reminders joy to the day |
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The sound again the wind is heard The cabin below the pines Children play and wood smoke fills the air, the mountain high |
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Moonlight pierces Through the branches Clouds break in the night sky as the wind, in the pines quiet the night |
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A rainbow, a sunset sentinel pine years and years stood so high Shelter to all beneath And a joy to see one last time |
Wind in the Pines
First, the branches sway
then the sound,
a peaceful, distant train
a song up high
Thoughts of years ago
Fishing, hunting near a stream
Father at my side
Near the lake
the pines sway
Camp chatter heard before the dawn
and family starts the day
Crystal clear the pine reflects
Peaceful, ripples, quiet water
The loon calls , love reminders
joy to the day
The sound again
the wind is heard
The cabin below the pines
Children play and wood smoke
fills the air, the mountain high
Moonlight pierces
Through the branches
Clouds break in the night sky
as the wind, in the pines quiet the night
A rainbow, a sunset
sentinel pine
years and years stood so high
Shelter to all beneath
And a joy to see one last time
(Wind in The Pines, Glimpse Poetry by Joe Holuta)
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