April 27, 2014

 

 

The branches creaking on the mighty oak

after a tailored life, that was bespoke.

With sap now seeping out of its solid trunk

as alarm bells say ‘time to debunk’.

And all the knowledge, that therein lay

chopped into logs; a hideous price to pay,

when the unexplained deluge took our yield,

killing off our livelihood field by field.

And when not even the steel, of the mighty oak

could escape disaster from this untimely soak.

 

 

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