Large dark pines stood like sentinels guarding the sweep of wintry garden.

The pines stood back from the road, making a great grove like a tent.

The pines were standing in water now, and falling as the land slowly tilted.

The great pines stand at a considerable distance from each other.

Less than thirty feet from the road, loblolly pines stood clustered together.

Beyond the bungalow's picture window, the pines stood silhouetted against the Milky Way.

Seven tall pines had once stood here, forming the shape of a staggered H beneath the stars.

The pines stood like a dark wall behind him.

The pines stood empty and silent in the mist, sentinels against the dark.

I hoped to bring her happiness in this fine new land where the pines stood tall and the water ran cold over the rocks.