Thursday, September 17, 2009

waka of budouadana: Oak

i sumtimes wish i could be lack that big ole oak tree that wuz a'growin in grandie's yard ... nuther migraine day (after a nuther migraine night) ... nuther doctor to see today ... tiz true, sumtimes, i druther be a ole oak tree lost in a forest sumwhars ...

Consider the oak,
Standing naked and upright,
Bending in the wind,
Freezing in icy snow, yet
Never a word of complaint.

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