As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Friday, December 3, 2010

The Oak


Old and tired, he has refused to change color this year

He will not compete with the younger trees for

Attention

While they don their red and yellow sport jackets

He sheds his tattered, pale-green robe

And stands

Bare and wrinkled

Waiting for winter to dress him

In seamless white

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