#enduring grief

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The Old Oak’s Indictment

Beneath my boughs, I’ve stood so long, A gnarled oak where sorrows throng. I watched the virgin land decay— The steel-toothed axes gnaw and flay. Where violets nodded, children once danced, Now roots endure the poisons man financed, I’ve sheltered lovers, outlaws, the forlorn— Their memory etched through every ring I’ve worn. I lent the birds my hollow halls, Heard the last wolf howl where shadow…

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