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The Old Oak Tree
This old oak tree was planted from a twig,
When my great great granddad was just a kid.
Can you imagine how old it must be,
I was thinking of stories great granddad once told me.
He told me, how he kissed great grandma under the old oak tree.
He showed me where the tire swing use to be.
The one he swing on when he was two or three.
He told me his dad use to sit and talk for hours to him,
And he even said that this old tree is like a special old friend.
His story of his first kiss and his sweet talks.
The many times he and grand, went on walks.
He showed me where he carver his and grand's name,
And when he pledged his love in the rain.
He chuckled when he said, good thing this tree can't talk,
Or the stories it might tell of grand and I on our midnight walk.
Great granddad isn't with us anymore,
But one thing I love is sitting here under the tree he adored.
One day I'll tell my great grandson how things use to be.
Under this old oak tree..
by valerie
5\30\67

The old oak tree is a poem I made up so use my spelling words in sentences when I was in the 5th grade. This was written under my maidain name of Massengale.