Last walk among the oaks
Last walk among the oaks deepthought stories

bernardtwindwil Granddad & story teller,
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It isn't death. It is the dying that I dread.

Last walk among the oaks

by bernardtwindwil

It is peaceful no need struggle to remember slowly I will proceed life a dying ember

You were my age When I was born written many a page greeted many a morn

will you miss me my treasured giant friendly old tree stood by me defiant

difficult to say goodbye I've rested in your shade you'll stand after I die my debt to you unpaid

You have been my muse typed beneath your boughs Words seemed to ooze inciting me to arouse

Passion it seemed of the same mind was oft dreamed destiny entwined

I am taking my leave comes another friend Are you able to grieve friendship at an end

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