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