Standing In A Grove Of Ancient Oaks

April 27, 2009
By Eric J. Ennis BRONZE, Lubbock, Texas
Eric J. Ennis BRONZE, Lubbock, Texas
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

(A Haiku Of Memories)

Farm Of My Childhood
I Still Hear Their Whispering
On The Hill Above

Swift Rain Trikles Down
Tall Mountains Whisper My Name
I Am Free At Last

Live Oaks Line The Road
As Fishing Poles Swing With Life
On Glistening Streams

Young Boy's Reflection
Smiling Towards Blue Horizon
Simple, Home At Last!



Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.



SciArc

MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!