The Oak and Her Daughter
Megan W.
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This poem was written when I was sitting after a hike on a large hill in Point Reyes. I began thinking about if the beautiful coastal oaks surrounding me could feel like I did. I wrote the poem about a tree being attached to its leaves as if they were her daughters. It came to symbolize the relationship I held with my mother as I began to get ready to leave for college next year.
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To me, creativity is an expression of your soul. To be creative is to bear your soul for the whole world to see, and not care what they may think. Creativity is the reason I write.
