I don’t know why I was
walking in The Pine Forest
Alone – but there
I was looking up at
the tall Pine Tree as we
climbed on in the
hot August sun – It could
not have been a work day –
How could I have escaped
my chores. Those “old” silly
hens would be relieved from
my stealing their egg
instead there I was
steal the
sweet smells of the Pine
Trees as I
The Flower Pit
Collection: Crossroads
Prompt: Not given
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