My Big Wild Oak Poem by dawnsue hillman

My Big Wild Oak



My big wild oak tree has toppled to the ground, breaking my heart as he fell. Oh, the horror of his glory laid down upon the forest floor. I am just so sad.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My husband died just a few weeks ago, he was my big wild oak tree, William McKnight Tracy (6-22-12) .
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr.subhendu Kar 03 July 2012

yet a great tribute to a soul resting in tranquil shore, yet so hurtful and heart felt

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