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Today I sat in a cathedral – of oaks,  

And watched the mighty sun,

Enter in devotion-like rays,

Before he began his run

Of supplying ever welcome days;

His slants came through like so many spokes,

Light strokes, in the cathedral of oaks.  – eab, 12/27/7 9    [1]

[1] Written while deer hunting in the “steel stand” off the edge of Lookout Mountain in north Georgia. (Fellow hunters were probably Carson W Scarbrough -my late father-in-law, Carson, Dan Roush, and Andrew.)


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