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The Crone Tree

Sure, Live Oak trees are commonplace but not all of them were planted and tended by the Ancestors to hide a portal to the underworld.

By Natalie DemossPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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“Come to me, my children, come.

Take shelter in my arms.”

Just a whisper heard on the wind.

“Rush now, my children, into my embrace.

I will keep you safe from harm.”

The Crone Tree beckons urgently from the beyond.

Her gnarled fingers grasp the ground.

Across the field, her branches reach.

A screen of woven leaves she grows.

Until her ancient limbs are locked and bound.

When danger comes to claim the land.

She keeps her wards from sight.

Rooted in two worlds, her dryad spirit lies.

Through darkest night, she creaks and bends.

Until they return unto the light.

nature poetry
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About the Creator

Natalie Demoss

Single mom to an Autistic child and budding author and artist finally following my dreams. The hand drawn art on my stories is my own.

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Outstanding

Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!

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  1. Compelling and original writing

    Creative use of language & vocab

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    Original narrative & well developed characters

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    The story invoked strong personal emotions

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  • CyCyabout a year ago

    I really love this one, Natalie!

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