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.
Yep, we come and go they just hang on in there!
Excellent choice of subject for longevity, Keith.
I thought of writing about me, but then I thought I might be tempting fate!
Smart choice, I say.
I don’t think I’d be able to stretch it out to 100 words anyway!
🙂
So true.
Thanks Sadje
You’re welcome Keith.
Dear Keith,
Nicely done. 100 years and 100 acorns in 76 words. Bravo!
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks so much Rochelle.
This is SO satisfying!!! 🙂 Love it! (don’t love people carving into Oak trees, but tis’ what it is …)
Thanks, Na’ama. Carving on oak trees has been around forever, but I do tend to agree with you.
I know … and I still don’t think the Oak trees like it … 😉
Excellent, Keith 👍🏻
Thanks so much Paula
The pain it suffers for somebody else’s expression of love…
…always has, probably always will. Cheers Reena.
Indeed it does. Thanks Reena.
We have ancient and beautiful oaks here, too. They are treasured.
There is something very majestic about them