It is with great pride and honor that i share this poem, “Old Oak Tree” published on Hotel Masticadores.
Thank you to its founder and editor Juan re Crivello for honoring me by publishing my poem.
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dig a grave of me upon the shallow old oak tree no, not in the fancy cemetery where people are laid to rest for when i die i will not be at rest i don’t belong there. my soul belongs to the vastness of the universe where i will wander and wander more maybe in the wilderness i will see the beauty of life i was deprived of when i was alive. my spirit belongs to the deep blue ocean where i could freely swim down at the bottom of the sea and there maybe there i would find peace i so long to have for free. i belong to the skies i belong to the seas i belong to the mountains the hills and the valleys. dig a grave of me upon the shallow old oak tree and let me die freely in peace let me roam around graciously…
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