Go to God in my life
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- Go to The Big Old Oak
Beautiful!
posted by
Mrs_Laly
on December 1, 2009 at 1:16 AM
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Naturally unsentimental
When my parents first bought their house my father planted a big tree. He built my swing on it. He nailed my basketball net to it. And, the next owners chopped it down without a stomp love. BC-A, Bill’s Roost
posted by
BC-A
on November 30, 2009 at 6:33 PM
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I feel like I can see that big old oak.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on November 30, 2009 at 3:54 PM
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There has always been a big old oak in my life. I think I subconsciously seek them out as a necessity for whole living. It began in my earliest memories of my childhood home--the swing hanging from one of the limbs, the acorns to play with, the little hole in the trunk where "fairies" left little gifts, the old lawn chair in it's shade which was my summer reading place. Tell your husband that I really enjoyed his poem.
posted by
TAPS.
on November 30, 2009 at 8:20 AM
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what stories that big old oak could tell. A century of watching and being.
I do like your husbands poem.
posted by
Kabu
on November 30, 2009 at 8:20 AM
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