The Majestic Angel Oak
Reflected in the pellucid ripples
That thither upon the welcoming shore;
The majestic angel oak unruffled beauty tickles
The water's edge draped in orange honey ore.
Whose boughs dost bend like elbows on its shore,
To all who wilt hark to its chants and tales,
Of ghosts of former slaves
Appearing as angels around its feet.
Like gossamer threads dulcet whispers
Waver trailing off on the back of the wind as it meets.
2/29/2020
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Under Free Verse since all words do not rhyme
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel_Oak
The oak derives its name from the estate of Justus Angel and his wife, Martha Waight Tucker Angel.[6] Local folklore tells stories of ghosts of former slaves appearing as angels around the tree.
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