The Wind in the Pines

When I was walking in the woods

with a backpack filled with goods

I was planning to walk

where the huge wildcats stalk.

I wanted to go to the pond to catch frogs

near the immense pile of logs

That were thrown there years ago and were forgotten.

Then as my legs began to moan

I sat down on a flat stone

I started to take out, from my backpack, a book

when I suddenly decided to take a look

at the nature wonderland before me.

So when I stopped to listen

To the rivers that glisten

On a great, shining summer day,

I heard the most beautiful sound

near two pine trees that were bound

together with a pile of rope.

I listened,

 and when I listened again,

 I heard, in the distance,

the loud sound of men!

When I hid,

the men slid

to a stop in front of the pines.

One man took out a knife

-I hoped he didn't plan to take a life-

but to my greatest surprise, he cut the rope

that bound the trees together in half!

Only once the men went away

then when I finally strayed

from the bush where I had been hiding.

The whispers of the wind whistled freely again

the sound that seemed to touch my heart.

So as I finished my walk

to where the huge wildcats stalk

I heard, for the last time,

the wind in the pines.

----Posted by the daughter of the family

----Dedicated to my mother