Back by the Old, Oak Tree
Remember your fondness of fantasies?
Recall your imaginings of great Kingships
and Kingdoms fit for all oddities,
back by the old oak tree?
A play contrived of love believed,
how simple, yet dramatic life did seem.
A stage was built complete,
just outside, near the Fairies’ suite,
back by the old oak tree.
A restaurant born from shrubbery in mild evening light,
All friends would come for stick dinners and wine
from the wild grape vine,
and dine ‘til the cover of night.

S.W.Tucker

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