Old Oak

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I once knew of an old oak tree
It was a locus for adventure,
A place of comfort and joy
Planted in my own back yard.

Endless hours were spent
Fighting dragons and chasing bad guys.
With that old oak as my castle and holding cell
I could be anything I wanted under its variations of green.

I was going to love that tree forever.
I remember looking up into that tree
And feeling like I was lost in a forest
That very few beams of sunlight pierced through.

One day I came back to my old oak tree
To find that my castle had been destroyed,
My holding cell broken into and torn apart.
My favorite tree ripped down and taken away from me.
A childhood full of memories lost just like that.






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