Stokes Oaks
Some folks take their oaks
For granted
They have always been
A part of
The family
Life has grown on
Never a thought for
The stately oaks
There once were oaks
In my life
Even had lightening rods
To appease an awesome God
But it was as a wife of Lot
Just grains of salt grating
Upon me now
As the Stokes oaks
Dwell among stranger folks.
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