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Song of the Pines

The song of the pines,
It is a tune as old as time,
Since the mountains could echo,
And the icy lakes groan.

Whispering or roaring,
Something eternal and divine,
In the rustling needles of the sweet autumn pine,
A song of wisdom long forgotten by our time.

By James Vespoli

Writer, Photographer, and Managing Operator of Wild Cape Press LLC

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