Ode to White Pine

Today, I will paint you

then go out to search for your tribe, White Pine

Blue Spruce Cedar and Yew

Ode to White Pine

I was awoken today by a most irritating sound

Roaring and whining and rattling on

then ratcheting up to a devilish pitch

The culprit a tree feller

enlisted by neighbor to erase White Pine

from their suburban view.

What has White Pine done to offend you so?

I will miss the sounds of breeze in your branches

the smell of pine in my lungs

I will paint you

to thank you for gracing us

with your stately presence

This

In this year of too many losses

I will add yours White Pine

Today, I will paint you then go out to search for your tribe,

White Pine Blue Spruce Cedar and Yew

Martha Ferguson