051210e Beneath The Pines Poem by Manonton Dalan
051210e Beneath The Pines
tables and benches beneath
those pines overlooking sea
cones scattered on needles
fruit, most mistaken for bloom
whistling is lone melody around
unless you brought your sound
streetlights, parking lights, bright
no worry only mosquitoes that bite
so nice place to pass some time
eat your lunch and watch them run
read book, play chess, call someone
ideal place but not free for everyone
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