The Smell of Wood
The Smell of Wood
By Dawne Zacharias
I find myself walking thru the front doors after
Long walks in the open air,
The doors are carved oak and strong,
I do not fear the world.
I can read and
study in a soft chair by the fire
smell the wood-burning there,
a real sense of peace
I walk into my office and begin to write
The feelings of my soul.
Copyright © Dawne Zacharias | Year Posted 2019
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