Robin Hawke

Beneath the Sky
January 6, 2012, 1:01 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

I first saw the trees of Virginia through a car window. With their companion redbuds—trees with fuschia encrusted branches in the pea family—the oaks and maples seemed too young for the birthstate of a republic. Thousands of farmers struggled with this land, severing the pleasures of thick trunks and wide canopies.


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Your words let me picture the sight – and the similarities to this side of the Potomac.

Comment by jmmcdowell

I wanted to write about today’s sunrise–it was the same color as the flames in the stove, but got sidetracked by a spring image!

Comment by Robin Hawke

I am back in Virginia when I read your words.

Comment by wcdameron

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