The Hanging TreeA Poem by Kelly RainwaterThe Live Oak tree stood half-way up the hill.
There were boys, who years ago,
Old boards, rusted nails and bits of rope,
But before then, before the boys,
Maybe it was the planting of bountiful
No one remembers when the tree
But I have often wondered if its glory, © 2009 Kelly RainwaterReviews
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1 Review Added on March 7, 2009 Last Updated on March 7, 2009 AuthorKelly RainwaterCorona, CAAboutWhy do I write? I have no choice: it's all I know. My Mother says when I was 2 years old, I used to sob "I wish I could read!" And before I was in Kindergarten, before I could spell anything other tha.. more..Writing
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