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Mighty Oak
Mighty as the Oak may be,
it will fall to the ground-same as any other tree.
Whether it be the woodsman with axe of steel,
or the hand of God by tornadic will.
Fire may char till it lives no more,
or waters consume it; as the ocean a shore.
Or man may simply push it down,
scattering its leaves all over the ground.
Heaping it upon a pile-
limbs no more to ever shade in natures style,
Calling it progress all the while.
So while the once mighty Oak-
rots and decays,
few people remember its shady days.
Jeffery Holt
ŠJune 30/1999
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