The Oak Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

The Oak



Ancient tree,
you are the grandmother
from whence your roots
gave us life.
Your twisted limbs
are they that nursed
my brothers and sisters
and embraced us in
our earthly strife.

We are bound to thee.



Waf

Saturday, December 15, 2018
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Sally Plumb Plumb

Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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