Tall are the pines of Barryville which many years have grown <br />Some stand in clusters and some stand alone <br />All awesomely erect like sentinels on guard <br />With arms that are poised to the command of God. <br />And, when the Heavenly King speaks softly to the winds <br />The towering pines acknowledge by a gentle whisper of their limbs <br />Oh, listen to the Lord's message sent by way of the pines <br />And hear about peace and tranquility amidst mother nature's rhymes. <br />It's a magnificent pine forest circling dense all around <br />This majestic profusion protect deer which often abound <br />And the carpet of needles that was shed on earth's floor <br />Help keep the tip-toeing bucks from the hunter's door. <br />Come, you must see the beauty and feel the boughs that smell of pine <br />It's a serene experience that will engulf you right to the marrow of your spine <br />So come, come all ye to Barryville and see the towering pine <br />You'll sense God's power and glory - a blessing which will be forever thine.<br /><br />Edmund D. Zayat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-towering-pines-of-barryville/
