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An Oak

An Oak a soul aging, splendorous sentinel, an entity peeking through bark just long enough to impress my tired eyes; recognizing it I smile back... generous are the trees, new spirit friend an oak.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 7/3/2020 10:44:00 AM
I love trees as well MLK - at the house we sold last year lightening split a 40 year old tree that my Dad planted, it had to be brought down but I asked that about 2 metres of it remained and I made a rockery around it, I couldn't stand for it all to disappear. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 7/27/2020 3:24:00 PM
I know what you mean, if anyone thinks you can't get attached to a tree, they have never been. We have great memories of them throughout the years. It's painful to see them go. Thanks.
Date: 7/3/2020 5:02:00 AM
I am a treehugger, and I do believe you are also showing your treehugging ways now.
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 7/27/2020 3:26:00 PM
Ya caught me! Truly I've never tried to hide it, though it may have given rise to questions from co-workers from time-to-time. Thanks again.
Date: 6/27/2020 11:53:00 PM
I wish I had the camaraderie you do with nature, my friend. Sigh... Nicely penned! :) gw
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 7/27/2020 3:26:00 PM
For some reason, it's a big, wonderful, realm of enchantment for me. Thanks.