Daddy was driving our old Chevy, Filled with children, mama, and a tent - it was heavy! The year was 1937, and I was about four. We were going camping in mountains filled with lore. Up the mountains we chugged, all we could see was pines, Green, majestic trunks, an immense forest divine! I suddenly felt the forest was reaching out to me. Young as I was, I knew God had touched me through a tree! Always since then, I've loved the pines. In Wisconsin, I could feel them in the dark, a sign Of infinitude, majesty, mystery, vastness. I know now, through them, I experienced eternity, no less.
Mary Naylor, Oct. 8, 2007 (c)
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WOW! Billy, thank you. I haven’t seen that poem for years – one of those I lost along the way.
I still have most of the poems from BWOP x if I find any more I will send them to you x
Thanks so much, Billy.
your welcome x