Old Guard
They stand sentinel in fields. They rise handily above young maples or pines.
Because trees are scarce here, I notice them more. To come upon one now is to see what a tree can be.
posted by Anne Cassidy at
10:03 AM
Saturday, December 28, 2013
They stand sentinel in fields. They rise handily above young maples or pines.
Because trees are scarce here, I notice them more. To come upon one now is to see what a tree can be.
About Me
- Name: Anne Cassidy
- Location: Oak Hill, Virginia
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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