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arvyart

Joined January 2009

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This is detail of a bristlecone pine (Pinus longaeva). We all have something special in our lives that we are (or we think we are) knitted together. That is what you cannot imagine your life without. It may be several things or just the only one. It’s like we have numerous pals, but a few true friends only. I believe there’s no need to continue explaining the issue. Mesmerizing bristlecone pines are such a special thing to me among few others. There’s a new website dedicated to bristlecone pines, wild horses (a.k.a. mustangs) and amber. The site is still in progress. However, you can find tons of valuable information already. Another amazing thing is that the site kindly provides a playground to all kindred spirits. I encourage you to join and enjoy a forum for any of the above mentioned subjects (or all three forums). I believe you’ll discover much more intriguing things to yourselves than I could mention. Click here if curious and enjoy the site. Thank you.

Bristlecone Pine
By Hugh Prestwood

Way up in the mountains on the high timber line
There’s a twisted old tree called the Bristlecone Pine
The wind there is bitter, it cuts like a knife
And it keeps that tree holding on for dear life

But hold on it does, standing its ground
Standing as empires rise and fall down
When Jesus was gathering lambs to his fold
The tree was already a thousand years old

Now the way I have lived there ain’t no way to tell
When I die if I’m going to heaven or hell
So when I’m laid to rest it would suit me just fine
To sleep at the feet of the Bristlecone Pine

For as I would slowly return to the earth
What little this body of mine might be worth
Would soon start to nourish the roots of that tree
And it would partake of the essence of me

And who knows but that as the centuries turn
A small spark of me might continue to burn
As long as the sun did continue to shine
Down on the limbs of the Bristlecone Pine

Now the way I have lived there ain’t no way to tell
When I die if I’m going to heaven or hell
So I’d just as soon serve out eternity’s time
Asleep at the feet of the Bristlecone Pine
Asleep at the feet of the Bristlecone Pine

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