From an old Journal - Post 1

Entering in entries from a past journal about 20 years old.
Interesting numbers
log e = .4343
McDonald's Number: 43
Citrus Number: 824343
Strange...

The Oak and the Willow
A Poem by David Matthew Westgate III
The Oak--
Strong, tall, and proud;
The Willow--
Weak, bent, and humble;

Both stand on a hill;
Partners for years.
Many a breeze did blow;
The Oak standing tall;
The Willow swaying
As the wind commanded.

The Oak thought the Willow a fool,
"I would not let a breeze
Command me," snorted he.
The Willow just wept,
"How can I show him that
He, himself, has faults."

The sky grew dark,
The wind started to blow
The Oak laughed at the Willow
As she swayed.

The wind soon was a storm,
The strongest that ever blew.
The Oak's futile attempts
To stay tall, failed.
The Willow, she swayed
And danced
'Till the storm subsided.

Now the Oak, with many limbs
Cracked, broken, missing, gone
Must grow again.

The Willow, the weak,
Still stand unscarred
Left to grow.

Circa 1981