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September 25, 2012

Oaks


Towering oak trees
Swaying in the breeze
The air getting colder
A year growing older
Leaves turning brown
And sap drawing down

Towering oak trees
Pleading to the breeze
Cycling back around
Then dropping to ground
Yearning for the simplicity
Of the acorns they used to be


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13 comments:

  1. Oh, oh, oh! I miss oak trees so much.

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  2. Love the cadence here, and yes, that yearning for simplicity is a powerful one.

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  3. nice...i just biked at the weekend on a way full with acorns...(bit tricky with thin street bike tires) but just loved it..the oak is such a majestic tree...stripped bare even more impressive

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  4. Eric, my man! Work the rhyme my brother, work it. Nice little two stanza poem. Love how you keep it tight. Sometimes people make the poem to long using end-rhyme and I check out. Nice write my good friend, nice.

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  5. A wish for return to acorn-hood! Nice!

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  6. I love oak trees...nicely done :)

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  7. There is something to be said for the simplicity and non complexity of youth. :)
    Very nicely said.

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  8. Eric, I like this. I think we all yearn for that simplicity. The oak trees keep getting older, as do we!

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  9. ha...great invocation of the season...but i do crave that simplicity as well....

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  10. Simplicity...what a beautiful thought. Love the flow of this piece.

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  11. Trees are the closest relation to man says my arborist. We fall prey to the same kinds of diseases, parasites, weather occasions, and for many trees we have a parallel life span. Some live longer but the trees and man are interdependent. We mirror each other and serve each other in primal ways. Lovely way of articulating that here.

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  12. Simple and sweet. Being another year older myself, this is resonating with me today...

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  13. I love oak trees... especially the old majestic one's we have here in the south. Nature inspires me and I tend to write a lot about so. I love your poem.

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