Heath Gunn

Rookie - 68 Points (Sheffield, England)

The Oak Tree Spreading - Poem by Heath Gunn

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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  • (6/16/2009 11:45:00 AM)

    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 (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 12, 2009



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