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Em’s Sunday Sonnets #2 The Oak Tree
At my childhood church, an oak tree stands,
With branches extended toward heaven.
At a hundred years old at least I’d guess,
What secrets it must hold in its resin.
I used to put acorn tops on my fingers like hats,
And wonder if acorn flour is edible, it is.
These days when I drive by I still see myself there,
A giant old tree and a kid.
Sometimes I think trees might talk to the stars,
They talk to the birds, no doubt.
They talk to the wind, to the bees, and my heart,
In quiet ways whispering what life’s about.
Oh, through the years how I’ve loved that old oak,
And the memories and thoughts it invokes.
