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English Oak

English Oak

Standing in this field two hundred years,
Witnessed your lives, your loves and tears.
Growing taller with every day,
I see over hills, so far away.
Through Winter storms and Summer sun,
I never hide and I never run.
For I am Oak, proud and strong,
In England’s pasture, where I belong.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 10/7/2017 7:18:00 PM
Greetings Kevin, I write to you as look out at the giant oak across the street from us. I believe it would love to be in England with your proud oak. Great imagery. Terri Stiles
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Date: 8/11/2017 1:20:00 PM
I really enjoy and appreciate the feelings this staunch little poem of yours imparts, Keven; to me it seems to personify an England of old...an England, that, although hidden, is still all around us today; a steadfast England: stout, dependable, resolute, and - enduring! A fine little read! My best regards. :) john
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Date: 7/20/2017 8:46:00 PM
I love the endurance of old growth trees.i am blest to have 8 on my place. They add a sense of serenity and a sense of time gone by. Added this to my favorite poems list. SuZ
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Kevin Shaw
Date: 7/23/2017 4:58:00 PM
Thanks for the review Suzanne, appreciate it, regards, Kevin x
Date: 7/20/2017 5:49:00 PM
Oak trees are some of the mightiest. Used to have 5 oak trees in our yard. Great for shade during the summer. We are down to 1. I truly enjoyed the read!
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Date: 7/23/2017 5:00:00 PM
Thanks, Julie, If only Oaks could talk, the things we would learn, regards, Kevin