Longleaf Pine Fire Poster by Spadecaller Limbs burn feathers flare; Nests of ashes white and bare, Nubs of grass blackened shine, Unclasped hands of naked pine. Old foot paths left unseen By charcoal rain rinsed clean. From charred ruins these trees grow high, Like phoenix rising from ash to sky. And, so the longleaf pine is my life, Tried by fire and saved by strife.