February 1, 2014
Lone Oak
My favorite place
to hide away
The lone grand oak
just around the corner
from my childhood home
And…
the library that was
so much a piece of my life
The limbs touched
the ground all around…
creating a natural room…
a place…
a special space…
just for me
A place to spend
a stolen afternoon
dreaming…
reading…
wondering…
Silent and protected…
Hidden from the world
Until…
I heard my Mom's
whistle
calling me home
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
to hide away
The lone grand oak
just around the corner
from my childhood home
And…
the library that was
so much a piece of my life
The limbs touched
the ground all around…
creating a natural room…
a place…
a special space…
just for me
A place to spend
a stolen afternoon
dreaming…
reading…
wondering…
Silent and protected…
Hidden from the world
Until…
I heard my Mom's
whistle
calling me home
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie