Knotty Pine
She
She leans with the wind
She cries turpentine
Sometimes she nettles me, but I don
Only now and then
When her branches bend beneath the snow
She
Reaching for the sky
She don
To leave things as they stand is my advice
She
So I tend to go there when I can
She
Such a pretty scene
She tries to be kind
She gives birds a home and shelters them
In her coat of green
She
She
When little breezes call
To ruffle up her skin
All her sap runs free and sticks to me
Hidden deep within
I will be her slave eternally
She
Sunlight in her hair
By the serpentine
Though she is independent, I don
Standing over there, just beyond that maple on the right
She
She holds her anger in
Trees are her disguise
Cones are taking root before my eyes
Find them if you can
Among her boughs she keeps them out of sight
She
She leans with the wind
She cries turpentine
Sometimes she nettles me, but I don
Only now and then
When her branches bend beneath the snow
