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Arms as old as time
Reaching upward toward
A sky as blue as tomorrow
She had stood for so very long
Her limbs bent and gnarled
Still she reached toward heaven
Basking in each new days sun
Drinking in the precious dew
That touched her gently each morn
Clothed in moss and lichen
Ragged as any street urchin could be
Still she stood proud and tall
Arms stretching toward tomorrow
As she had stood over generations before
Through their happiness and sorrow
The inspiration oak still stands
Holding our dreams in her tired old hands
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Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)
Reviewed on July 24, 2002
Liked this one a lot, Sue. Oak trees endure through time--great message.
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Namaste' to you my friend
Melanie