Moments Of Remembrance Under the Aged Oak Tree

A Narrative It was a glorious Spring Day in late May.  The flowers were blooming robustly, and the birds were singing their lovely songs. At the gates of the hamlet’s necropolis stood an aged lady.  She had walked from her house several blocks away. This was her usual routine each day, rain or shine.  Winter … Continue reading Moments Of Remembrance Under the Aged Oak Tree