the red oak

I am the red oak
my roots in sand
my roots holding fast to the stones

I have stood a century of winters
my limbs holding babies and leaves
my limbs gripping the cyan sky

I am the impossible red oak
and I shall not pass
till I’m damned good and ready

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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