ENTRY# SEVEN

Good Morning,

Hope all is well with you today. We all would have worries about Ivan. If we don't live in it's path most of us would have friends that do. We hope to get word from them soon. The weather is good here in The Tennessee valley at present but heavy rain are predicted for this week end.

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I enjoy reading this poem by Edgar Guest.

The White Oak

The white oak keeps its leaves till spring when other trees are bare,
And who will take the time to look, will find the young bud there;
The young bud nestled smug and warm against the winter's cold; The young bud being sheltered by the knowledge of the old.

And when the spring shall come again - and gentle turns the day,
The youthful bud will swell with strength and thrust the old away;
The youthful bud will seek the breeze and hunger for the sun, And down to earth will fall the old with all its duty done.

Then heedless of the parent leaf, the youthful bud will grow
And watch the robins build their nests and watch the robins go.
Then something strange will come to it when that young leaf grows old,
It, too, will want to shield its babe against the winters's cold.

It, too, will cling unto the tree through many a dreary day,
Until the spring-time comes again and it is thrust away;
Then it will flutter down to earth with all its duty done,
And leave behind its happy child to drink the morning sun.

How like man's life from birth to close! How like the white oak tree,
Which keeps a shelter for its young against the storms are we!
We guard our children through the night and watch them through the day,
And when at last our work is done, like leaves we fall away.

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If any of you love to produce tomatoes I would like to hear from you, it don't make any difference where you live.

All for this day, hope to see you tomorrow. BYE BYE