Old Pine Poem by Howard Johnson
Old Pine
What gifts for passionate lovers
Shall we find
Of flowers
Of books with sufficant verse
Chips sprinkled, of odorous Cedar wood.
Give me young shoots,
Of aromatic orange rind
Saphire colors the sea sand around
The beauty is shimmering the ground
A sweet picture, and aroma arouses our sences
Sented with Lavander faint and fine.
Dried pedals of flowers
Mingled with old pine
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