Patricia Sanders
poet
An Oak’s Breath
A wind this way does blow
A song this way does sing
A voice this way does speak
Of simpler things, not weak
A tongue upon my cheek
It is clarity I do seek
Of a tomorrow no longer bleak
Of you I do bequeathe
All that knows how to breathe
And life remains a soothing sound
My soul grows strong
An oak’s breath- a sweet scent
In a mountain I have lived
No more sorrow
I have found the gold
The search for which I did seek
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