"The Old Oak Tree"

One of my favorite things to do is read a good book.

photo by Leo J. Beachy poem by Gigi Ann

Relaxing under the old oak tree

On a warm and cozy Spring day

With book in hand, 

She was transferred to another land 

Where the palms trees

swayed to the trade wind breezes, 

And the waves caressed the beach.

She could almost smell the fresh salty air

As she read the tale of the girl with blonde hair

And the Prince from long, long ago.