THE PINE TREE
The pine stood tall along the road,
After many years of strife.
But becoming that tall and strong,
Took a long and uneasy life.
It beautified the countryside.
It provided a landmark, tall and straight.
It provided shade for the weary,
While under its branches they wait.
I want to be that tall and strong,
Yet gently as the pine is too!
For it’s great and mighty limbs bend,
As the wind blows through.
Gene Breed
1958