Give me a moment,
a place to read
Comfort and quiet,
a wise oak tree
Shade my weary heart,
beneath these green leaves
Draw a calming breath,
a crisp, cool reprieve
St. James Park, London
Photo by: c.b.w. 2011
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c.b.w. 2013
Give me a moment,
a place to read
Comfort and quiet,
a wise oak tree
Shade my weary heart,
beneath these green leaves
Draw a calming breath,
a crisp, cool reprieve
St. James Park, London
Photo by: c.b.w. 2011
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c.b.w. 2013
C.B. Wentworth 
I wonder what it feels like to sit under that giant tree? Did you experience that?
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One of the wonderful things about London is how easy it is to find an old, large tree to sit under. Almost every day, I spent part of my afternoon reading under a huge tree. 🙂
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Sounds like a little bit of heaven. Touching poem.
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Thanks. 🙂
Reading under a tree like that really is a little slice of heaven. I miss it.
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I seem to remember feeding ducks in St James Park when I was a toddler.
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I loved watching the ducks after a long day of walking or writing! 🙂
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Wow! That tree is gorgeous! Reading beneath its branches would be a wonderful place to ‘Draw a calming breath’. Perfect! 🙂
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The trees in London never cease to amaze me. I live in a place where trees are thin an spindly, so to see a giant like this is so awe inspiring. 🙂
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