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Oak tree memories.
Spreading outwards as if embracing me
the branches of the old oak tree whisper
gently into the soughing wind, sit with me,
talk with me, i will shield and hold you
close throughtout the centuries.
Your dreams, your thoughts, oft times
your memories i will hold dear for you.
Future worlds will know you,because
you sat with me, hue me into images
sacred to you, your memories endure
in me, i am the talking tree--"Failte"
You burned me, buried me, dragged me
weeping from the bogs, but still you
cannot destroy me. wherever they find
my remains, your thoughts, dreams,
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