Ode to an OakA Poem by DreaA tree I could never quite climb in my youth; ever thinking one day I would be old enough to reach the lowest branch, yet it would outgrow me just that much more.Splendid; Autumn crowned Oak, Forest king sublime. Protector through starry veils; Both space and time. Sacred wood of immortality; Cloud gathering branches, exultant beside me. You tree hold deity; From root to leaf inside. In respect and kindness; together we reside.
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7 Reviews Added on March 19, 2008 Last Updated on April 28, 2008 AuthorDrea6,500 feet up and no net, COAboutLong Hiatus...work has consumed much of my free time; not to mention my brain capacity. Written in child's scrawled hand on delicate skin; Marker tattoo faded to freckled trails whispering. She's.. more..Writing
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