The Old Oak Tree
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Jayne Louise Davies
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On the edge of a forest,
Stood an old Oak tree,
Where many names,
Were etched upon its bark for all to see,
It had stood for generations,
A pretty place to rest,
Beneath its bowing branches,
It truly looked its best,
For many had admired it,
An ideal scene to paint,
Near the quaint old cottage,
With ornamental gate,
Through gales,
Through storms,
It stood the test,
Natures history,
Young lovers names,
Forever lay,
For all eternity.
Jayne Davies
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