Poem: Dad Was the Oak Tree Staff
By StaffOctober 27, 2014


by David Bone

My dad was the oak tree
I was always a seedling
My mother was the flower
which he always nourished
My dad dropped acorns
We all ate from them
My dad was cut down by a chain saw
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