The bench at the base of the tree
reminds me of lazy summer days.

We would sit underneath
a majestic canopy of
softly swaying leaves.

We  watched our grandfather
peel apples with his pocket knife
and listened to stories
of when he was a child.

So exotic were they,
we thought them fairy tales,
and maybe they were.


©  november child
photo credit: Lilla Frerichs