The OakA Poem by A JacksonI'll let you interpret your own meaning into this new short poem.The Oak is mighty, it stands so tall In the midst of the darkening night Storm is on the horizon, But its roots whisper 'hold on tight'.
The destruction leaves its scars, But you stand tall for the world to see. As your skin is pierced and torn, The Oak gives strength to me. © 2014 A JacksonReviews
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1 Review Added on January 26, 2014 Last Updated on January 26, 2014 Tags: nature, interpretation, religion AuthorA JacksonBirmingham, United KingdomAboutBorn and raised in Birmingham, Britain’s second city, I’m a real city girl through and through. As an account manager for a marketing agency, I have mainly focused my professional writing .. more..Writing
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