[Written for the Sentinel]

The Pine

Commanding and rugged rises the sturdy shaft of the pinetree.Lacking the grace of the birches, it seems to embody endurance;Withstanding old Boreas' buffets, it yet gives shelter tonestlings;Its roots sunk deep in the hillside, it still points upward toheaven.

Surely there is a preachment held in the hands of its branches,A sermon written in needles, pointed and haunting andfragrant.

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Shifting Sands
June 6, 1914
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