Oak Trees

A Poem by Matt Chevalier

Tendrils reaching skyward

Spreading ever outward

Trying to pierce God.

Oxygen is a drug to him

A hole in his side

Righting the one in his chest

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Added on September 16, 2012
Last Updated on September 20, 2012

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