Photo by Ulle Haddock©

The pine cone pining to fall. Pining to be carried to rich soil. Pining to get away from the parent pine tree. Why does it settle for so little? In the Pine Tree Valley I could be a giant.

I just spent two days taking down two giant, no monster, pines with the chain saw. They made me work for the wood. Let me just say they will keep me warm twice. This cone I found on top of the rock where the pines struggle for water in summer and are bent down by the winds. Like, subscribe and please comment. Ha de Gött!

Categories: Photos, PoetryTags: , , , ,


  1. the lone pine 🙂 there is a place called Lone Pine where Aussie soldiers fought in WW1, I think. Beautiful ruminations and good word play; enjoyed this 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: