Lupelandia

In the pines, that’s where my girl roams. Where there are rocks and weeds. Where there are squirrels and deer to chase. In the pines where the sun never really shines. Where the creeks flow. Where the trees’ lifelines show in their bark. Where it’s a little dark. Low cut underbrush. Hidden from things and the scenes from her past. That’s where my girl roams. Free. Flying like a bird through the maze of trees like only she can do. Undulating through the greens and browns. In the pines. That’s where she goes and smiles because she is herself. Free. And then overlooking a huge landscape at her command.