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Big oak tree
High upon a hill
So many things carved into its bark
Who will come next and leave their mark

It was a very big tree
Until its life was cut short
Taken down and striped of its branches
At a factory its bark shaven off
All of the memories destroyed and lost.

This post was submitted by Matthew Duggan.

Category: Nature Poems
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