Ol' Pine Hill Poem by Nate Morris

White church in clear view,
Picnic tables and people,
Yet, many more than few.

Congregation and family as one, relationships to adore,
Words serve no justice,
Bonds that fills one's core.

This gravel road, rich in lore,
Family owned and operated,
Wealth of different meaning, and so much more.

Cemetery plots, each rich with stories aligned,
A wealth of history I speak.
No sadness on this hill, only pure glory defined.

You see, this hill, as pure and beautiful as I have seen,
Pine Hill, I love you,
For your story is one that's truly serene.