So many years ago it was,
When I was a young man.
I planted a Live Oak in my backyard,
Amidst the valley clay and sand.
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Juan, this is so beautiful and my eyes became wet as I continued on through the poem. You have to go read mine, The Old Oak Tree, just posted today. Our minds seem to travel in the same direction when we write. I had to destroy mine because it was planted by a Knot Head and it was to close to the house and the roots were uprooting the house. I was the Knot Head.
That's good Juan, the strength of an old friend is like the strength of a well rooted tree.
Juan this is so lovely. I also have trees which i love and strange as it is they do seem as though they love you back. Great poem.