A spreading oak on solid ground shed the twisted dried up twig I found.
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Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on June 30, 2006
Where I live is an old Saxon site, with old yew and and oak, the oak looks tortued being a few hundred years old. Yet it has a feel of inner wisdom. I look at it thinking it was here when Henry Viii was alive...
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A stupendous haiku with a lot of hidden meanings and messages..
Rich in symbolism
Love the picture
Love
Peter
Susan