Pine Gone by john clare

Pine Gone by john clare

Pull strong tailwind through the Osceola Still
Shimmering mirage tempts those who pause
Lost in pine rosin scents a spiny chill
The siren beautiful beckons with her calls.

This steed of tubular steel he brakes
Alone in the scant remnants of temptation fought
The Scion window lowers expectation's to take
The broad highway is what she sought.

In lycra and lace the pines needled sharply
With palmetto fronds fanning their heated need.
The rare cockaded clung to the sticky pine tree
And then the tail wind rose and he was freed.

Wobble and weave in pine from East to West
Behind him the memory of the Scion friend
Along the deserted road came the test
Where he abandoned the search began.

In evening routes along the winding still road
They call out for the rider in the barren pine
A faint sound is heard in the Pileated's abode
It was the siren song from the passing Scion.