Saturday, April 19, 2014

Ponderosa Pine



The proud, old ponderosa pine
masthead over mountain seas
stands as sentry throughout time
guarding dreams and memories:
stalwart men who stole my heart
from the moment it first came to beat
cowboy knights who plied the art
of chivalry with courageous feats
fighting outlaws, holding hope
teaching truth along the way
helping me to grow and cope
when the world itself seemed to betray
all that was and what should be
and what I knew could be again
if I but tried to look, to see
the path to love, to faith, to friends.


When words like polished leather shine
I’ll rest my pen, my hand, my screen
And wait for that majestic pine
To ferry me to kindred dreams.

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