That Stand, Red Oaks On the Hill

That Stand, Red Oaks On The Hill That stand of old red oak trees on the high hill centuries flown by and yet they awe men still I visited often in early breezy, cool morning treks to calm myself and defeat many of life's little wrecks! Or on holiday weekends when more time I could enjoy, sometimes just to leave worries I wish to destroy In early June after the woods have left winter behind I march quickly to soak in their majestic kind! Late Fall when rainbow colors they gifted man and world bright reds, yellows, browns best canvas ever unfurled Resting there on such days brought my heart such peace restored my beaten soul, giving my spirit a new lease! Winter arrives wrapping their tall arms in shining white beauty, that magical beauty of their white glow at night Soothing the mists that sail from their combined might precious the glow, that glow of joyous healing light Memories of many cool nights camping in their safe arms ever in love, deeply in love with their mythical charms! Robert J. Lindley 06-01-2014 Another rewrite of a write I did over 40 years ago. Inspired by a large stand of tall old Red Oak trees very near our home when I was a young child. I remember that beauty and majesty that sat me in awe and sealed my love of the woods forever!!