This pine is willful
It will not grow
Tucked in a crevice
Centuries ago
Battered by winds
And crushed by snow
It does not know
What pines should know
It does not reach
For dizzy heights
But hugs the earth
To pass its nights
This pine is willful
It will not grow
Tucked in a crevice
Centuries ago
Battered by winds
And crushed by snow
It does not know
What pines should know
It does not reach
For dizzy heights
But hugs the earth
To pass its nights
Last edited by hack; 11-24-2009 at 04:43 PM.
"Remember, we are all in this alone." - Lilly Tomlin
That was adorably tragic.
Forgive me: but I think you mean "crevice" or "crevasse" and the possessive is "its" (no apostrophe.)
You are forgiven, if I am. Thanx
Last edited by hack; 11-24-2009 at 04:46 PM.
"Remember, we are all in this alone." - Lilly Tomlin
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