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.