A cane of oak An oak tree unknowinglymade an oaken cane for me The tree guy cut it downand leaned it by my door For months it stood entombed in barktil I with spokeshave set it free A crooked bit of wood but strongThe ideal staff to lean upon & cudgel if need be ToContinue reading “Cane and able…for now”
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