This old wood school desk
OMG the smells of the woods and the old musky smells of the building,
the texture and smells of a good book.
The beauty in it all, wishing I could be a child again, but this time free, free from the
bondage's that once held me down.
The innocence ripped from the child sitting in this chair,
the only comfort she could find was in the woods.
Mother Earth was her best friend, the one she ran to for protection and nurturing.