An Ancient Oak

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As an ancient oak creaks and groans, wailing winds rattle its branches. And the pitter-patter of drops starts drumming on patio stones. Raindrops morph into sleet and hail as an ancient oak creaks and groans. And its twigs snap like brittle bones when howling gusts stir up a gale. Raindrops strike, rat-a-tat-tat in a cacophony of loud bangs. As an ancient oak creaks and groans, rain adds to the chaotic din. Pelting roofs and windows like stones, hail fractures fragile panes of glass. And lightning fuels thunderclaps as an ancient oak creaks and groans.

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Miranda Hawley

Date: 7/1/2022 12:46:00 PM

Yes, I can very much hear everything going on in this.

Emile Pinet
Date: 7/2/2022 7:44:00 AM

Thanks, Miranda, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.

Beryl Edmonds

Date: 7/1/2022 6:35:00 AM

I hear the sounds of the old oak tree when reading this awesome poetry… Belle

Emile Pinet
Date: 7/1/2022 8:59:00 AM

Thanks, Belle, I appreciate your awesome comments my friend, Emile.

Constance La France

Date: 6/30/2022 5:23:00 PM

Emile, wow, a wonderful poem, I could hear those sounds for sure, we lost tons of old trees in my city in the last thunderstorm, blessings ~Constance

Emile Pinet
Date: 7/1/2022 8:57:00 AM

Thanks, Constance, as always, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 2/5/2022 6:53:00 PM

Well-done, my friend. Sort of sounds like what comes from my ancient sycamore during an ice storm. I pray none of its limbs come down on my house....

Emile Pinet
Date: 2/6/2022 8:33:00 AM

Thanks, Milt, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.