Apathetic Pines The pines are still as stones. As far as I can see On hills away from me, I
am
alone.
But maybe
I
am not,
If I personify
These
trees that touch the sky.
A little thought Will have them holding hands
Beneath the violet gray.
I'm sure they must be gay In
all their
But
And
I
bands.
am not a tree,
so must care to
live.
Pines never care to give
A thought for me. Milo Hurley
