Author Jonathan Chaves In what place in years to come will I lodge my life? In the mountains? By a river? Both would suit me fine! For no reason, the tall pine trees growing round the house catch the sound of wind and turn it into sounds of rain. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments