Meditation on a Row of Pines

If I were to choose a background
for our family photo
that crusty old stand of knobby knees
wouldn’t be it.

I’d put us in front of a graceful row
of Tuscan cypress
by an ancient marble fountain
wouldn’t I

Well, a stately receding row
of ancient oaks
with mown lawns and a pond of swans
would —

Those pines were old fifty years ago
dark, scarred, leaned by the wry west wind.
We stand on their sienna needles and cones.
Would you take the picture now, please?


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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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