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The Oak Tree Spreading
HG Heath Gunn ( / Sheffield, England)

The Oak Tree Spreading

I ventured to a clearing,
I sat under a tree.
Stretching, reaching, spreading,
to the yonder above me.
The early springtime splendour,
of it's newly budding leaves.
Opening, curling, spreading,
they reach out in the breeze.
A broad and thick, and handsome trunk,
supports the mighty branches.
Arching, spanning, spreading,
as if like medieval lances.
The beauty stood before me,
is an awe inspiring sight.
Growing, sprawling, spreading,
shade and shadows, tricks of light.
And if i think back clearly,
when i disappear inside,
I see the oak tree spreading,
through my memories minds eye.

Heath Gunn

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The outside world is definitly your place of home. hopefully your job is one of a forest ranger or fireman. I bet for sure a camper or fisherman. I can only remember the enjoyment of the woods as a kid. Thanks for bringing back the memories