In the Pines all alone,
Never there till I was grown,
Scared of the woods when young,
Stories passed on of the devil of Jersey…
Such quietude in & amongst the trees,
No sound, just a little wind,
Animals all asleep or hiding,
For my time to depart I’ve been biding…
The only place better than this, the beach,
There I can talk to mom Ocean, here only to the trees,
And there I’ve not got any fear,
Though leaving in the early morning, I put forth a tear.
© -ed- 1/24/20
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
Regis. 🌲🌳🌴🌵🌳