The Old White Oak

Right inside the woods was a huge white oak tree that was so big that three of us together couldn't get our arms around it. That tree must of been around when the Indians were still in the area. There was one branch that swung up and down about ten feet and was better than a see saw. The last time I was out there, I saw that the tree had died and fell over. I often looked at that tree and thought it would be nice if we lived as long as a tree.