A Triquint Poem |
![]() Young sapling flexible trunk that's small Yearns for when people will call mighty Oak so tall Loved by all Gold Mature beauty, what branches you sprawl Names carved in by Anne and Paul Mighty Oak so tall Loved by all Bold Decaying tree, it's almost nightfall Home now for insects to crawl Mighty Oak so tall Loved by all Old Poem Prompt: Triquint 15 lines (5-5-5) ![]() |