These Aged Pines
Amid lush fern carpet stand perpending pillars;
Into broad canopy rise impending pillars.
Shady gloom in quiet calm hangs perpetual
Neath enshrouding shelter of attending pillars.
Ringlets firm encircle hearts of antiquity,
Deeply shielded within great suspending pillars.
More than stately; more than magnificently made,
High up into heavens reach transcending pillars.
Among elder giants Zahhar walks astonished,
His heart held uplifted by extending pillars.
Copyright © 2006 Erin Thomas