Among The Pines
As morning air the sun does
heat
Melts away the heavy fog…
Now near 11 o'clock, I sit
there near the phone
Suddenly, a ring gives my
mind a solid jog…
Pinestraw, the call, my
trade
Soon loaded, on my way…
The sun, no mercy, overhead,
no sight of shade
Bright, firm bales of gold,
my load
Near midday, destination
reached
There, at last greeted by
a lady with
Auburn hair, hazel eyes,
and a cheery smile…
Here along her drive neatly
stacked
Bales of straw soon to be…
Here, like a tree, it would
be nice to stay…
Just to chat with her awhile…
Although we talked briefly
for a short while…
From her tender voice I
learned a lot about her
Some of what her heart has
to offer…
Each bale off the truck
I did lay…
My mind began to stir…
I longed to continue my
stay…
To learn even more, her
carefree way…
My heart she began to melt
like
The sun dissipates morning
fog…
Soon I must continue on
my way…
But, hopefully, I will return
some day…
Once more this intelligent
beauty I hope to find…
For now, I think of her
often…
Out among the pines…
Kool dude
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