Wee Oak Trees Poem by me poet yeps poet
Wee Oak Trees
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one day we all become
like old OAK trees...
but age is just a number- - -
some become old when young- - -
some neverage till the fire says....
now come>>>
You are midway like a good Samaritan..
OAKS lonely and FRIENDLY SON..
you have the GLORY of all old poets won..
well done
I am another one
Awaiting the shelter of leaves
as says Akhtar Jawad ji
Let's all finally live long
like ole oak trees
do you agree
When a poet looks at an oak tree, he asks am I just another nut? When the nut starts talking he is on his way.+++10 Robert
nutty me i compose poetry like a nutty OAK TREE DO READ THIS ROBY......kindness and thanks i too immediately do a return read once some one kisses my page likely and this is what we must do can't help jealous guys the whole wide world is overflowing like(come) all know it can't help it let's make a difference tony you and me regards o German friendly poet i am in awe of thee
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4/27/2024 12:22:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Alongside my old, gnarled oaks, is a sapling. That often gives me hope.