I've always wanted to visit the tree in "Knotty Pine". I have sort of a "Grandmother Willow" tree I used to visit in West Virginia when my grand-parents were still living. It reminds me of Gord's serene, tranquil picture he paints...
"...She's my knotty pine/Sunlight in her hair/By the serpentine/Though she is independent, I don't mind/Standing over there/Just beyond that maple on the right/She's knotty but wise/She holds her anger in/Trees are her disguise/Cones are taking root before my eyes/Find them if you can/Among her boughs she keeps them out of sight..."
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