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Take a Chance

Oak wears green taffeta
Dancing in March's brisk breeze
Sometimes shakes ill at ease
Are oaks in Africa?
Looking at Aquila? 
An affair with Altair gee ! 

Oak dances with redbud
Changes partners with speed
Forsythia now is freed
When she see this wild dud
A philanderer, stud.
Tulip puts on brown tweed

No need for spring's light clothes 
In the midst of her throes


Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest: Hexasonnetta
Date written: 03/23/45

Nonsense just for fun!

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2021

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Alexis Y. Date: 3/24/2021 5:47:00 AM Hi Sara, You have penned such a good entry for the contest. The oak is such a lovely tree. Good content, rhymes, and imagery. Best wishes in the contest. Have a great day:-) Alexis Login to Reply Sara Kendrick Date: 3/24/2021 7:00:00 AM Alexis, Thanks for the visit and the encouraging words in this comment. Yes, the oak is lovely. Sara

Anne-Lise Andresen Date: 3/24/2021 5:45:00 AM - Ask the wind ....which is as old as the oak trees, Sara - Lovely written :) - Good luck in the contest :) - Have a nice day :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Login to Reply Sara Kendrick Date: 3/24/2021 6:55:00 AM SS, Sometimes I think: what if the trees could talk, what tales they would tell, especially an olive tree in the garden of Gethsemane when Jesus was there. Some olive trees there are over 2000 years old. Your visits are uplifting. Sara

Eric Cohen Date: 3/23/2021 1:44:00 PM Excellent imagery. That oak is no joke. So glad to see reference to Aquila and Altair, among my favorites in the sky (they dwell where eagles dare to tread). Best to you, Sara. Login to Reply Sara Kendrick Date: 3/24/2021 5:24:00 AM Eric, So nice that you dropped by. I agree the mighty oak is no joke. We have six in our yard and I think about their weight every time there is danger of a tornado coming our way. They offer such great shade for summer to help with the heat but could be such a danger if landing on our home and us in a heap. Sara