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Arthritic Oak

Arthritic oak tree, each branch’s twisted finger, takes my mind to another reality; I have visited far away realms, through your stories. You have lived century’s worth of life and time’s left its fingerprints on your ancient face. Still, wrapped in its steely grip, you shield us from the elements. Despite the gnarled limbs, you stand tall and proud against all odds; telling a new story, every day. The road map of time, Built by the elements is, Written in the trees.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/10/2019 7:12:00 PM

" You have lived century’s worth of life and time’s left its fingerprints on your ancient face." This is so well done, it is personification also,M.L. I am looking to see now if there is a particular oak tree named arthritic oak as my branches are so high up I do not see her fingers clearly.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 1/12/2019 5:57:00 AM

Thanks, Caren; that would be fascinating if there were one named, "Arthritic Oak".

Heidi Sands

Date: 1/9/2019 12:05:00 PM

This is great! I enjoyed this today :)

M. L. Kiser
Date: 1/10/2019 7:48:00 AM

I'm glad, thanks.