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Strength By The Oak Tree Claudia B. Liedtke That night to the oak I always did return, hoping to find the man I'd left there, to know, to...

Starlight Under The Oak Tree Claudia B. Liedtke I listened to her laugh, my heart filling with gold. This woman in my arms, forever to...

I want to be an author--see my name in my hands. Not just a writer Books on stands. I want to see a book--my book in a bookstore Not just...

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY BY ROBERT FROST Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an...

Spring Blooms I tried not to let the rain get to me, not to let the pain fall over me. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The rain was my...

Poetry. Poetry can be beautiful, and poetry can be kind. And no, I’m not a great poet. But I do read it. For school…. Does that count? I...