Ode to Whispering Pines By Jeana Rippy Rayfield Verdant pines sway-scenting my childhood each day.O’er fair fragrant carpeted needles we trod.Climbing brisk aboard bright school bound buses,we grew like
Ode to Whispering Pines By Jeana Rippy Rayfield Verdant pines sway-scenting my childhood each day.O’er fair fragrant carpeted needles we trod.Climbing brisk aboard bright school bound buses,we grew like