I saw the lone oak again today on my hike up the hill. It is an unmistakable tree. From a very different place on the hill I recognized it like an old friend. I took the opportunity to compose another poem about it.
Poem typed on the Royal typewriter featured in the previous blog post. Turns out the typewriter was not a refurbished “P” after all, but a lesser known 1940 bargain model called “Signet”. So it’s only 86…
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