Under An Oak Tree* Comments

My dearest Becca - this poem deserves to be read & re-read & mulled over, dissolved on the tongue & absorbed into one's very being - how do you do it? ? ? ! ! ! The important thing is that you keep on doing it. Thank you for making indescribable dreams suddenly appear in words & pictures.

pleasant to read becca......the last lines gives a fine ending....simply great... see as I open my eyes I was just sleeping under the oak tree.................

The leaves of my soul crunch beneath my feet With the many pieces of me They all collapse without the other half i really like these lines: ]

I like it, ..By GOD I love it! ! !