Homemade Music and Poetry by Our Residents

"Pullin' Into The Pines" by Mike Dugan

Mike Dugan is a talented musician with a rich history.  He has performed as the opening act for such legends as "Crosby, Stills, and Nash" and "B.B. King."  He is a songwriter, singer, and guitarist, and can belt out the blues. 

Whispering Pines has been fortunate to have Mike stop in as he tours the South.  Our residents love his concerts! 

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Enjoy "Pullin' Into The Pines," written about Whispering Pines!

Pullin' into the Pines, pullin' into the Pines,

What a feelin' of home, and the best of times.

With a peace that never ends, makin' memories with my friends,

Just leave the past behind, and pull into the Pines.

 

We got cookouts and we got bingo, and Shuffleboard when it's nice outside.

We got pickers and jammers and karaoke too,

And room for one more, how about you?

 

The summer is so nice up north,

and lots to do in the midst of July,

But come October, November, old man winter calls,

And it's back down to our favorite winter home.

 

Pullin' into the Pines, pullin' into the Pines,

What a feelin' of home, and the best of times.

With a peace that never ends, makin' memories with my friends,

Just leave the past behind, and pull into the Pines.

"Whispering Pines," a poem by Albert Mills

Whispering Pines, the very name implies,

Tall swaying trees, and bright blue skies.

And nestled beneath them so snugly and neat

The mobile homes of the people you meet.

 

The streets are all spotted with sunshine and shade

And the lots have a carpet of pretty green blade.

The squirrels build their nests high up in the trees

And the birds fly above them aloft on the breeze.

 

It's morning and everything seems quite alive

The squirrels are hungry and so to survive,

They're looking for someone with peanuts to spare

For sure there'll be someone with interest to care.

 

They wait just a little, for coming along

Away down the lane and humming a song,

A grand old man with a smile on his face,

They know he will come to the same old place.

 

Where he will feed them and call them by name

And every last one will be glad that he came.

And then they'll go back to their nests in the trees

To swing and to sway again with the breeze.

 

Now this is a tale of the Whispering Pines

And you'll say that the squirrels got most of the lines,

But wait, there is very much more to say

Of the people's activities day after day.

 

Some of the stories are funny indeed,

And some might be gossip so we must take heed.

So I guess we'll just stay with the squirrels and then

So-long Whispering Pines till we come back again.