A Tall Pine
By: Frances M. McCrory 1962
My love for you
Will always be true.
As true as the tall pine
That stands on a shrine.
It is bent by the wind
But to all a shade it will lend.
May our love never bend
By whatever the world may send.
May our love stand
Held by a strong band.
May it be like the pine
Standing on the shrine.