Laurence Overmire


'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)


Comments about 'Neath The Pines by Laurence Overmire

  • Joe Breunig (4/7/2006 11:45:00 AM)


    Loved your poem; I would like permission to post it to my website. The URL is: http: //www.BunganutLake.org (Report) Reply

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  • (4/7/2006 11:45:00 AM)


    The deep forest of the moment, Wonderful and full of atmosphere.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • (4/7/2006 8:41:00 AM)


    Fine imagery, Nostalgic mood.

    Kindest regards,
    Sandra
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 7, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 6, 2008


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