Pine Forest

Pine Forest

Oh, Children harken back the day,

A place to walk; a place to play,

Upon pine needled woven floor,

Cathedral pines which we adore.

Here squirrel and deer have made their home,

So, “Hush my dears,” while we here roam,

And, not too long in distant year,

Your children will be walking here.

Here howl of city sounds dismiss,

Hear whistling winds in pines of bliss,

How silence spans upon this place,

The pine forest; a glorious place!

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 3, 2015