GRANDFATHER OAK

Posted on June 11, 2019 by | 2 Comments

 

 

I’m not sure I noticed
the grand old oak on the ridge
when it was alive with so many

green others before the drought.
Crushed today, it wrapped
its brittle branches around me.

 

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2 responses to “GRANDFATHER OAK”

  1. Richard's avatar Richard | June 11, 2019 at 1:44 pm | Reply

    Perhaps with a couple for years of rain and the nourishment from the ladies, grandchildren may come to visit?

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