The Oak Dragon





Last night, midnight, the windows are ajar; after the rainstorm. We have the urge to breathe that cool earthy damped air.
Morning is hazy, impossible to decipher.
One might as well stride out to find a dragon, in this mysterious weather. We take the long route, enchanted by pastoral views.
The path is a tractor track, bumped and pocked with bird prints. Off track is waist high in the smoking grass pollen. To the riverside is a climb; through barbed wire, nettles, brambles, thistles; over steep muddied slipways.
And if I didn't push through that, I would never know of this fallen tree dragon.

Walk, marvel, make a beautiful life.


Comments

  1. Bhavya N19 June 2013 at 08:02

    Wow! That is such a magnificent dragon you've got!

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  2. Suze23 June 2013 at 01:47

    Thank you.

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  3. Lisa Southard23 June 2013 at 20:06

    :-) xx

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  4. Geo.18 May 2017 at 00:36

    Just wanted to let you know I've traveled back in time to tell you of a link to this post I included in May,17,2017 entry in "Trainride Of The Enigmas". I've recognized your benevolent dragon many times in the intervening years and am overjoyed with each appearance.

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  5. Chicken21 May 2017 at 13:50

    I see it! And then, I guess, it became a Normacloud.

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