~ Under the Live Oak Tree ~
To: Kathy Sue of Magnolia Springs
There was a dinner, so filled with tastiness,
A Christmas kind of country club hardiness,
and co-workers, and so much kindness.
Mixing with a portion of rooted care,
A country Christmas I came to share,
stumbling, without question I dare.
From a far land, I did seem to come,
Mixing with those with too many to sum,
large family--I seemed but a crumb.
Reflections and thoughts, contemplated long,
Bring to mind the decades, Oh, so strong,
many memories, so gently strung along.
Who am I to share in such a rich bounty,
Filled, it seems, with the love of a county--
tapestry, is this, this homespun municipality?
Ah, the sweet consolations of unending dreams,
Kathy, Kyle, Katie and more--unending it seems,
making of endless homespun quilted seams.
Ever so gently, the tapestry is woven,
Pieces of life, tied so tight and so often,
much home cooking in such a big oven.
The roots spread out and gather, you see,
So many, so close, so often--so tender and free,
Under the branches of one huge Live Oak Tree.
by M.G. Maness, 1999
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