*Inspired by the song by The Longest Johns*
Oak and ash and thorn
Good sir
As the sun brings springtime reborn
The leaves don sprouts
The flowers out
'Neath oak and ash and thorn
Oak and ash and thorn
Good sir
Winds blow warm from the south
The birds return
From warm lands that burn
For oak and ash and thorn
Oak and ash and thorn
Good sir
Smiles from nature herself
A loving embrace
From all kinds of race
With oak and ash and thorn
Oak and ash and thorn
Good sir
And the fields grow green in tow
Clovers bloom
And butterflies loom
Thanks to oak and ash and thorn
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
