ALICE ROGERS
I am an ancient old oak tree. My bark is rough with wrinkles. I am growing beside a river. There are birds in my treetop. They live there among my branches. I make sure they are safe from danger. There are squirrels that run up and down my tree trunk. They collect the acorns that fall off my tree branches. Squirrels run up and down my tree trunk all day long. I have seen so many things. I have so much wisdom. At nighttime I can hear the wolves howling at the full moon. I can hear the owls hooting to the moon. I can see the raccoons washing their food in the river. I can see the native spirit dancing around a fire. There are animals around the fire. When the morning comes up, the sun is starting to rise over me, the ancient oak tree. I can hear the loons in the river. I, the ancient old oak tree can hear the waterfalls by the river. I can hear and see the harmony around the river. When you go to the top of the ancient old oak tree you can see mountains in the distance. They are eagles that pass by saying hello to the ancient old oak tree.