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The tall oak tree and me

The tall oak tree and me

I pause I stop and I listen walking through the woods - Meloncholy music from the creaking timber moods - Those trees are alive they have eyes that can see perfectly well just like me - I am lost in this forest with so many ways to go - right left up down I do not know - meandering mazes every path looks the same - I would turn around and go back but I don’t know which way I came

So I look up at a tall oak tree I am totally alone - there is no one else but me and I haven’t got my phone -   I know fine well that this timber can talk coz I heard words in whispers when it had a visit from a hawk - “Please Mr. Oak tree I am lost in your wood should you help me well that would be so good” - I said that once and then a few times more I needed him to hear me as I stood beneath him on the floor - a gentle breeze blew on the righthand side of my face like a peck on my cheek full of nimbleness and grace - this light wind came from nowhere from out of the blue “Please Mr Oak tree did this come from you?”

Well I thought I’d take a chance what else could I do with this wind of wonderment from out of the blue - so I turned to my right there was a path straight ahead when I noticed footsteps where I had already tread - these footsteps had to be mine as they were facing the other way just before  I got lost on that bewildering day - I walked with vigour as I sang to the trees as the butterflies fluttered with the bumble bees - yes this was my path I wasn’t lost anymore from my roam in the forest when I went to explore - very soon I arrived at my garden gate and I looked up at my own oak tree and thought isn’t Mother nature great

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Katina Woodruff...

The enchanting poet, Jill. 

For each poem I have read by you, I find myself saying, wow! You are so descriptive in your narrative style. I could smell the grass and the leaves. The photograph is nice also. Oaks are one of my favorites. Too often, home owners plant them too close to their homes and the oak tree never reaches its full potential. I like the part about the hawk talking, they do talk a lot. 

Good work Jill. I'm always impressed with your poetry. 

Thanks for taking me on a trip into nature. It's been raining here all day, but not before I walked a mile outside. It was over sixty degrees today in Ohio. So happy. This has been the weirdest January in all of Ohio history, but I know it won't last. Winter will eventually get here. Then, I'll be reading a whole lot more. 

Keep writing and I'll keep coming back to read. 
Have a great day. 
 

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Jill Tait

Wow l love thanks loads ❤️❤️❤️

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Terry Kay

Jill, What a wonderful writer you are.  I really enjoy your creativity.  Thanks for all the enjoyment.  Love, Terry Kay

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Jill Tait

Awww Thank you my love you are very kind ❤️❤️❤️

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Terry Kay

Jill,. I have been having difficulty writing lately but I will always have your work to read!  Sometimes we don't realize how we bring joy to others life's.  You certainly add to mine.  I wanted you to know how I feel. Thank you.
Love, Terry Kay

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Marion Price

Fabulous work Jill....you have taken me on a lovely picturesque stroll( ps...I also believe trees have a 'presence' but I haven't taken my medication yet 🤣🤣💕

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Greg Etsell

what a wonderful poem 
lost in the woods with no
cell phone and feeling free
that's kind day I like getting away
from the world for 1 hour or so
it helps find peace in your mind 
 

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Jill Tait

Aww me too Greg Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

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