Underneath the Oak Tree

I sit there

with all, but nothing on my mind.

Watching the branches sway in the fading light.

And the music of the night begins to fill my eats.

Crickets chirping,

An owl hooting,

The rustle of the leaves in the wind.

I close my eyes and begin to dream,

Feeling myself floating all the way.

I see the mountains of Moscow,

The bakeries of France,

The houses of England.

The smell of my Mother's best cookies drift through the open kitchen window.

And I hear the laughs of my sister,

The happy barks of my puppy,

And the sounds of the TV playing a show.

I stand up, to lean against the graceful beauty.

Feeling its rough bark, hands moving up and down.

On this peaceful night,

Under The Oak Tree. 

Reviews

[Jack Necron (Aubrey Jac..]

Nicely written and has a dreamlike quality that fits the overall imagery; serene and nostalgic. The only thing I noticed is the fourth line in the first stanza, it says "eats" instead of ears. Thanks for sharing!

[chelwig]

Oops, typo. Thanks!

[Jack Necron (Aubrey Jack Peaslee)]

No prob! It's a good piece regardless.