'Neath The Pines Poem by Laurence Overmire

‘Neath the pines
Tall majestic pines
Still woods

Sleeping

Quiet cabin
Dark
Log walls hewn by ancient axe

Hear

Stories
Time-lost songs
Loves and lives and sorrows passed

They flicker in the moonlight

Spackled ‘cross the fallen leaves
Needles on the forest floor
Know

Listen for a moment...

The wind sweeps through the boughs
Like a sigh.


(Previously published in Over The Back Fence Magazine, Fall 2001)