My Father’s Oil Paintings
By Duygu Dindoruk
On a rainy day, I walked
alongside a landscape, a view
resembling the oil paintings
my father used to do.
Pine trees so tall,
almost reaching the clouds in the sky.
I remember the snow on top
and the branches in order,
yet so unorganized in the wilderness.
Some shorter than the rest,
waiting to grow up,
whenever I see one,
it brings my childhood memories back.
Through the big pine trees
I would recognize, our village
me and my sister,
would cheer up to see.
Behind those trees,
you could enter the forest.
It was one of my best moments as a kid
when I saw a deer enter it, with the trees next.
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Duygu Dindoruk is a student in the Dokuz Eylül University, in the department American Culture and Literature. She is currently living in İzmir, Turkey. She is into literature and her hobbies include reading books, playing ukulele, and learning new and exciting things.