THE OLD OAK

by Grant Carrington

Do you remember the great
    oak where we
    climbed to pick acorns
    and have acorn fights?
It was much more fun
    cause then you knew
    when you got hit
And no one cheated
    . . . hardly ever.
And remember how we used to
    shoot Indians
    from ambush from its
    big thick limbs?
And we'd scrape our knees
    as we climbed up
    the rough, tough bark?
But no one ever cried
    . . . hardly ever.



"The Old Oak" was first published in THE SPRING ANNUAL 1959, published by The Blue River Press, 104 W. Locust Street, Shelbyville, Indiana

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OAK TREE PHOTOS are from sites that no longer exist: fraleytreefarm.com/tps.htm and www.chance.berkeley.edu/cois/photo/frames/1536.29.html

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