Old Pine Memories

She was a grand old pine She, I always thought of her as She, would whisper and sing songs of water, earth, sun, wind, and welcome how I loved her voice

She was our playmate as we sat under the canopy, lazing on hot summer days swinging on the old board swing twisting, then releasing gazing up into the branches dizzy, whorls of green light

It was game, who would get sick first.

Games were played beneath her branches houses made of her sticks and needles She was always home base

Nighttime she rapped on my window rain sang through her arms of green and brown snow held her branches down creating a cave beneath to shelter in

Pine tree-friend you sang me to sleep danced with me in the wind shielded me from hot summer sun protected me from rain and snow

Oh, how I miss you my friend