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The English Oak
The English Oak
Fifty gallons a day he needs,
Fifty gallons of life’s richest blessing,
Without it,
He dies -
Withers and falls,
Alas,
He no longer grows
Within the sanctuary
Of England’s finest pastures,
For he be a memory
Of countryside and churches,
Villages and steeples,
And it’s peoples
Who claim his plot,
Peoples with axes,
...
Friday 7th February 2014 2:18 am
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