natures beauty grows
branches reaching to great heights
my silver oak climbs
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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2 comments:
Oaks are such mighty trees -- more beautiful with time!!
becca, My silver oak in front of my house is two hundred years old.During Irene I was afraid we might loose it. But it's roots are very deep. Thanks for stopping by.
Melanie
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