The Pines

The pines. 

They’ve grown along side me. 

Sitting atop a hill across from my childhood home. 

They’ve watched a little girl grow into a woman.  

There is the remnants of a fire pit, many stories have been told around her. So many laughs shared. Many a night spent camped on this hill top under the stars, among the pines, ghost stories and old Merle Haggard songs. 

The world felt like it started and ended here. Really it just might. 

I thank the pines for holding the memories of time past and collecting the memories of today, so someday I might be able to look back on them. 

Ramblins’ from the workbench 10.22.25 

Cassidy Holliday