for Ati
Does the sound of pines
Whistle and roar at you
Do you hear for one fleeting moment
The rustling of leaves coming loose
The lines of blue hills
Break out into a melody
Banks and ranks of cloud
Sparkle like gold jewelry
Does the sound of pines
Whistle and roar at you
Do the wide oceans of corn
Churn those waves of sound.
1973
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