Old Oak
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--old oak--


 


Old oak, bent and strange 
sighs the tune of years. 
Yellow paths wend about 
I think at points they even cross, 
hanging high over the oak 
in senica and wet moss green 
a cliff in places painted. 

By: David E. Howerton
©[09/09/1990]
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