Pine-coning

by | Apr 13, 2011 | Uncategorized | 3 comments

I know a place where the pine trees grow
And the tanekaha, ever so slow
It’s there I go to fuel my fire
With cones to make the flames leap higher
And there I find the toadstalls gold,
Red ones tiny, or spotted bold
Every autumn I walk the trails
Preparing for approaching gails
And if perchance I should expire
Just add me to the winter fire.

3 Comments

  1. Marilyn

    Beautiful photos and lovely poem, isn’t it a wonderful time of year.
    I have just added a photo of toadstools emerging from under pine needles to the Beautiful World blog (included in the list of blogs I follow on the right of my blog page).

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  2. lifeonthecutoff

    Juliet, I wanted to skip along in glee as I read your poem and found your pine cone, toadstools, and treasures of the forest. What a roaring fire you will have come winter.

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  3. Joan

    Oh this did bring back childhood memories to me Juliet. Gathering pinecones with my mother.. the carpet of needles and the toadstools. Beautiful thank you.

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