The Old Green Pine Poem by Rhonda Baker

Outside my window stands a tall green pine
It seems to have been there through all of time
Its not what you'd call a beautiful tree
Its branches reach out and hang lazily
Across the open field the winds they do blow
But the tall green pine, just sways to and fro
It stand taller then the barn or even the house
It's been the home of many a bird and a mouse
As I lay there in the morning, Its usually the first thing I see
And I wonder if its staring back at me
Right now it stands with snow weighing it down
It's shadow stretching across the ground
It doesn't mind the heat or the rain
It stand faithful, never to complain
2/27/08