Written by Steve Beal Sr. Photography, Poetry, UncategorizedI don’t have wide open spaces, instead I pick my places. Even among all the trees, we were able, this beauty to see. The kids and I gazed overhead, in time to see these shades of red. The vastness gathers on high, kissing the sun again, good-bye. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like this:Like Loading... Related