Meandering Oak. Poem by Michael Gale

Meandering Oak.



Meandering Oak...
Tall and fine.

Strong stands it there unobservedly we stare...
To all men share?

We dine and wine on finely filtered wealth....
We poorly wander in stealth.

Life in America is taxed to the unlimited limit.
We are poor Uncle Sam's, blind sighted, dimwit.

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Joseph Poewhit 26 December 2008

Yet your one of the - We The People

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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