Gizzardtreedude
Wise Oak
"Ahhhhhhemmmmm??" a deep rumble shattered the peaceful solitude in the forest,"Young fellow, what are you doing?"
"Oh you startled me... errr, hello Mr Oak!" I turned on my side to see the old face looking at me.
"Mister Oak?, oh no, I am not a Mister Oak, they call me the Wise Oak in these here parts" he said in that deep rumbling voice.
"I do apologise, Wise Oak" I replied respectfully looking up at that giant ridged face.
"Mmmmm, i've seen some strange things in my time, many changes, but nothing like what you are doing lying down on the leaf litter there?" he pondered.
"Ohh, I was only taking some pictures!" I replied
"Taking some pictures, and where are you taking them to?" he asked
"I'm not taking them anywhere yet, I just took some pictures of the fungi" i got up and dusted myself down and put the lens cap on.
"Mmmm, yesss well, I've have been here for over four hundred years...sigggghhhh... and I have seen and heard lots of things"
"I'm sure you have" I looked at him with even greater respect
"Mmmm, yessss, well I remember when they used to cut all the branches off of my Hornbeam friends, used to let lots of light into the forest, that was only about a hundred and fifty years ago"
"Thats called pollarding" I replied
"One hell of a haircut, I thought" he said and let out a jolly laugh, his branches shook and a shower of tired leaves fell.
"Yes, they used to harvest the wood and graze the animals here"
"Yes, thats right, I remember, sadly, a lot of my Hornbeam companions have fallen over now, they just got too heavy from not having a regular haircut"
"Yes, I have noticed, quite a few have split apart"
"Pheww, ohh, I saw that happen many times, so painful, some good friends I lost there" his eyes showed the pain and sorrow.
"I'm sorry"
"Yes, well I think I'll have alittle sleep now" he replied with a gaping yawn
"Well Wise Oak, have a nice rest, I'm sure you will live another four hundred years or more and see more strangers taking pictures, goodbye for now"
"Goodbye young fellow" and as he closed his eyes I took one last shot and then walked off into the distance leaving Wise Oak in a deep slumber....
Wise Oak
"Ahhhhhhemmmmm??" a deep rumble shattered the peaceful solitude in the forest,"Young fellow, what are you doing?"
"Oh you startled me... errr, hello Mr Oak!" I turned on my side to see the old face looking at me.
"Mister Oak?, oh no, I am not a Mister Oak, they call me the Wise Oak in these here parts" he said in that deep rumbling voice.
"I do apologise, Wise Oak" I replied respectfully looking up at that giant ridged face.
"Mmmmm, i've seen some strange things in my time, many changes, but nothing like what you are doing lying down on the leaf litter there?" he pondered.
"Ohh, I was only taking some pictures!" I replied
"Taking some pictures, and where are you taking them to?" he asked
"I'm not taking them anywhere yet, I just took some pictures of the fungi" i got up and dusted myself down and put the lens cap on.
"Mmmm, yesss well, I've have been here for over four hundred years...sigggghhhh... and I have seen and heard lots of things"
"I'm sure you have" I looked at him with even greater respect
"Mmmm, yessss, well I remember when they used to cut all the branches off of my Hornbeam friends, used to let lots of light into the forest, that was only about a hundred and fifty years ago"
"Thats called pollarding" I replied
"One hell of a haircut, I thought" he said and let out a jolly laugh, his branches shook and a shower of tired leaves fell.
"Yes, they used to harvest the wood and graze the animals here"
"Yes, thats right, I remember, sadly, a lot of my Hornbeam companions have fallen over now, they just got too heavy from not having a regular haircut"
"Yes, I have noticed, quite a few have split apart"
"Pheww, ohh, I saw that happen many times, so painful, some good friends I lost there" his eyes showed the pain and sorrow.
"I'm sorry"
"Yes, well I think I'll have alittle sleep now" he replied with a gaping yawn
"Well Wise Oak, have a nice rest, I'm sure you will live another four hundred years or more and see more strangers taking pictures, goodbye for now"
"Goodbye young fellow" and as he closed his eyes I took one last shot and then walked off into the distance leaving Wise Oak in a deep slumber....