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Old Oak

The old oak has dark histories within it's grain. Historic passages within it's fiber, count the tree rings for mystic correlation. The wind blowing and sweeping over the undulating landscape giving up no ghosts. You withhold the tragedies past and up to present all within your sap. Roots so deep, to hold past causes down well beneath the surface. Your branches sway, nay is your answer and secrets captive. Another hundred years pass and the trunk and plot yet thickens. 18th June, 2012 (c)

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Date: 7/17/2012 11:56:00 AM
Steven just a quick congrats on your win..David
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Date: 7/17/2012 8:15:00 AM
Love your portrayal of the 'tree' as the keeper of knowledge. Nice verse! Congrats!
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Date: 7/16/2012 9:51:00 AM
Congratulations on the win in the new poet (Only) 2012 contest Steven. Love, Carol
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Date: 7/16/2012 2:44:00 AM
Hi Steven, congratulations with your xool win in my contest... I'm sending soup mail... always~pd
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Steven Beesley
Date: 7/16/2012 3:44:00 AM
Thank you, I am thrilled for the hon. mention.
Date: 6/29/2012 10:03:00 AM
A nice tribute to a wonderful tree!
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