After many years and many memories, the oak tree in my father’s front yard fell.

One mile from where the pavement ends stands the old homestead where my painful tale begins.

Just more reflection..

A haiku.

A limerick.

This was written when I was in my art class. It’s about learning from your mistakes and finding your own “Path of life”.

Big and tall.

The story of the old oak tree.

Nine year-old Dani takes a stroll in the woods, one that will stay with her for a long time to come.