I saw a grove of trees.
Standing, nestled together. Seperate from the , otherwise, well groomed expanse of lawn.
It would be so lovely to sit amongst that grove of trees, and look out at the world.
I could get my tools, and clear out that underbrush.
Level the ground in the midst, where I might place a small table, with one chair.
I imagine I will sit in that chair, while taking in the view, and smell the fragrance of the greenery.
I see the river close by.I notice, as a turtle's head breaks the wateres surface. Narrowly a ripple made.
A water bird with a warning chatter, above the turtles head.
The turtle submerges. Narrowly a ripple.
I think to myself, "We must all be here for the same reason".
As a breeze sifts through my hair, I take out a cigarette, and light up.
I relax, and think about life, and...things.
I would like to sit amongst that grove of trees.
I could really do this. I could.
I probably won't,
But, it would be nice.
-Dorothy Hanna, 1994


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Thank you for providing a breath of fresh air with lots of trees and relaxation. But do put that cigarette out - the 2nd hand smoke is bothering me.
What I wrote was a expression to just let go, relax, and really stop all that pent up business. I do smoke now, when I'm doing, NOTHING, but sitting amongst my grove of trees in that perfect setting I once envisioned.
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