The bedroom window frames the backyard. Blue sky, green grass, old oak tree. Once, a tire swing dangled from its strongest branch. I cannot think of the right words. Once, a boy scaled its wide trunk. I cannot express the whirl of emotions. Once, a family held a picnic under its canopy.
Oak Tree
Oak Tree
The bedroom window frames the backyard. Blue sky, green grass, old oak tree. Once, a tire swing dangled from its strongest branch. I cannot think of the right words. Once, a boy scaled its wide trunk. I cannot express the whirl of emotions. Once, a family held a picnic under its canopy.