Oak Trees Are Crying In Kansas
It is one of those windy Kansas days
Felled oak trees roll along the country roads
Their roots are scraped and torn like hopscotch knees
They are as gnarled now as skeins of worn-out yarn
Do you hear them crying as they are being uprooted and blown?
I do.
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