Grandmother Oak

I cannot live where there are no trees. I’m fortunate to be in a city that is full of trees. One day I intend live in a rural area, but today I am a city dweller, in the “City of Trees” – Indianapolis. This is a children’s poem about an old Oak that stood along a fence line of a family farm near a library where I used to work. I will always remember her……

(Happy Arbor Day, everyone : )

 

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(Live Oak photo by Warren Lynn)

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