He was old. Even for an oak tree.
So ancient that he could not remember
which wars had ended one way or else
and when he saw his first belcher of smoke,
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Very sad, touching poem.....Never know what can be....
H, you can be incredibly creative! I enjoyed this one on several levels.
This is really a good one, Herbert. Ready to go. Yes. And how nice that he knew. Yessiree! (Good old logger word.) Raynette
Awww! I have always had a love for trees but this personification really warms me. I think it's so interesting to think about life from the trees perspective... Very lovely but also sad of course. I loved it. Sincerely, Mary