WHERE I LONG TO GO!


O, how I long to go,

long to go,

on my wheeler,

to the place,

where the red pine trees grow,

my mind says yes,

but my body says no.

So I just dream,

about this special place,

where the red pine trees grow.

I would sit,

smell the flowers,

and listen,

for the call of the loon,

and the caw of the crow,

at my favorite spot,

where the red pine trees grow.

 

 

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