another autumn leaf poem; one cannot have too many, you know...
"I Will Marry the Oak" Your struggle to hold on; my loyal oak; You have more heart than most; my charming knight. The winds of Autumn now blast ev'ry bloke who'd stand against the Winter's wicked blight. Old Coldness comes to freeze out all the heart; to strip the leaves and tear them one by one.... Sign in to see full entry.