Tuesday, 22 July 2014

The special tree

A time when I was little my grandma used to take me to this paddock with this one tall standing , tree in the fiery red sun light, as I gripped onto the brunch lunching my self up into the tree freedom flew through my mind .The curly sticks block the old wooded seat . These memories will stay with me forever .

In memory of my grandma .

No comments:

Post a Comment