The Grand Oak

There's a grand oak tree that stands proudly at the entrance to our street. For as long back as I can remember, it has welcomed all who have passed it. As a very young child it produced the never ending acorns that filled my pockets as I walked to and from the bus stop. As I walked passed it this morning it seemed to smile and offer a friendly reminder of innocent days gone by.

Pray on,

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