Old Oak Trees Standing Strong
Arms reaching out and
up towards the sky with
gnarled hands and twisted fingers
canopied by moss and leaves.
Even the soft lighting and shadows of the day
can’t hide your age.
What stories could you tell,
Wise old friends,
of fallen soldiers and drunken parties in
grand mansions halted
forevermore by the flames
You’ve witnessed times of peace, prosperity, destruction, and
then peace and calm once again.
You were here long before me
and will stand long after
I am gone.
What would you like to say?
I am listening.
(An original verse by me, Debra. I was inspired by my recent visit to beautiful Savannah, Georgia. Enjoy!)
It’s not quite the weekend yet but if we are finding ourselves fatigued as the week wears on, we just may need a boost of fun in our routine.
In your journal write down as many things as you can think of that sound fun to you. Don’t judge or edit, just write the list….
A few things that come to my mind right away are:
Your turn : )