The Old Oak Tree

 Poetry by Patsy Breeden ∇ Art by James Devlin

There is a beautiful oak tree right outside the entrance of the school.
I thought how lovely it would look festooned with the high school
seniors jockey shorts, seasoned with fresh skid marks; and their
pictures with their names on them clothes pinned to the branches
of the tree.

I stood back and looked and smiled.

That old oak tree never looked better.