I have oak floors throughout my home…
...they are finished only with walnut oil…
The trees that once were...
I walk barefoot in gratitude upon the trees that once were
that now in planks of beauty support each step I take
yes, I feel the power, the life,
the giving, of each oak plank below my feet
I hear the winds in silence
that embraced each bough, branch and leaf
through the seasons of time
in silence I hear
in stillness I walk
in BEING, I AM
upon the trees that once were.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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Photo: ©RMR, Collectible Clicks, Trees that once were, 2018.
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... and the north light casts its magic...💥
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