for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Longevity and the word count 76.
A hundred years ago, a hundred acorns fell from a tree that had stood there for a hundred years before.
Soon after, a sturdy sapling reached for the sun, soaked up rain and resisted the wind.
In time, it became a tree. An oak tree.
Children climbed it, birds nested within its branches.
With hearts carved in its bark, couples declared their undying love.
Others will doubtless do so for a hundred years to come.
A great example. Oak trees have the idea of longevity nailed.
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Yep, we come and go they just hang on in there!
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Excellent choice of subject for longevity, Keith.
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I thought of writing about me, but then I thought I might be tempting fate!
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Smart choice, I say.
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I don’t think I’d be able to stretch it out to 100 words anyway!
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🙂
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So true.
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Thanks Sadje
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You’re welcome Keith.
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Dear Keith,
Nicely done. 100 years and 100 acorns in 76 words. Bravo!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much Rochelle.
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This is SO satisfying!!! 🙂 Love it! (don’t love people carving into Oak trees, but tis’ what it is …)
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Thanks, Na’ama. Carving on oak trees has been around forever, but I do tend to agree with you.
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I know … and I still don’t think the Oak trees like it … 😉
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Excellent, Keith 👍🏻
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Thanks so much Paula
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The pain it suffers for somebody else’s expression of love…
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…always has, probably always will. Cheers Reena.
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Indeed it does. Thanks Reena.
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We have ancient and beautiful oaks here, too. They are treasured.
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There is something very majestic about them
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