For Poets United Poetry Pantry # 195 ~ My Pine Scented Home Town,

My  Pine  Scented Home Town,

Abbottabad

          The last five miles are

           winding winding ways,

As the bus turns the corners,

I remember the winter days,

Home, home on the range

Reflecting autumnal grace,

Before you know, its  

Behold ! the town itself, reveals,

At its own, the evergreen stature,

          The Spiritual Presence of Nature

Majestic melodious mountains,

Blow the Highlanders March,

of The Hundred Pipers.

As early as cool February

As fresh as is the month of May

When Spring awakes

and apple blossoms call,

Soft snowflakes greet you,

Sinking and vanishing, as they fall;

Serenity intense, beauteous nature

 crisp and pure

White and sure;

Oh! Let me feast my eyes 

On the beauty of my town,

Breathe in the sweet smell of pine,

Oh! Let me live the truthful moments

While they are there

And let the freshness creep into my soul;