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THE SECRET OF THE PINES by ECKFORD COHEN

First Line: I SAT AND LISTENED TO THE PINES
Last Line: CHANT WHEN THE BREEZES BLOW.
Subject(s): PINE TREES;
I sat and listened to the pines
A-whispering in the breeze,
And wondered at their eerie signs
And marveled at their magic lines
That shuffled to and fro with ease.

I watched the dying sun, the lone
And red clouds overhead,
And listened to the pine trees moan
In some sad mournful monotone
That made me shrink in awe and dread.

I sat and listened, wondered still,
But never shall I know
The secret of that strange and chill
Song that the pines upon the hill
Chant when the breezes blow.



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