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It’s May and the Rain is Falling

It’s May and the Rain is Falling Ryan Griffiths It’s May and the rain is falling; The hills were just going from green to golden But now it’s May, and the sun is stalling. This time before summer – usually … Continue reading

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Economics

Oh how my mind wanders in Econ class. I found this one scribbled on a page in my economics workbook; I don’t even remember writing it! I must have been lost in some serious revery… It was untitled in its … Continue reading

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King of the Hill

Up on my hilltop Looking down on the bay; I see roads, houses, a bridge – All so far beneath me. Up here I am king Of that land below; From my castle at this peak I rule as far … Continue reading

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Vans

People look, And some of them say: Those shoes are too old,      Too ugly,           Are they going to mold?                Those must be broken. But no one could ever know,                     Step           By Step These vans have been from Degobah to Vulcan. … Continue reading

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Winter Sun

It was a forlorn curtain That left us hidden from the sky But when the gray velvet lifted A winter sun flew high. Although farther in distance This winter sun keeps its mystic powers still – For I see grass … Continue reading

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Blogger of Note at Words of Wisdom

Words of Wisdom Readers — welcome to The Gnarly Oak. I am the current Blogger of Note! Thanks so much, Words of Wisdom for the opportunity and thank you to the WOWers visiting. I live in Los Altos Hills, California; since … Continue reading

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Song of the Oak

Amongst rolling golden hills and between fog-covered coastal mountains are the ancient oaks of Los Altos Hills, California. Nestled sporadically over great and endless knolls, devoid of life during dry summer months, the oak trees of Los Altos Hills – … Continue reading

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