by Charles Robertson
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Seven generations of mothers
Seven generations of daughters
In the shadow of an old tree grown twisted with tragedy
Dark and foreboding, it holds the key to their fates
Dark and foreboding their future awaits.
They need to find the key to the mystery before it's too late
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Here I sit in my backyard, in the shade of my tree, my big old oak tree.
Here I write stories,
stories about animals, about places, about places I have never been,
about dreams, about this tree.
We have this big hole in my back yard.
I don’t know why. I don’t know why it’s here.
I get stoned sometimes and sit in the hole, hide in the hole,
and watch the children playing in my tree fort.
I love children. They are so innocent.
They have the whole world ahead of them.
I am going to have a hundred of them,
a hundred children just like that big oak,
hundreds of little saplings
that will grow up strong and pure with respect for all races, all people,
and I pray my child is stronger than me.
a homeless girl,
a coked-up real estate agent,
a hippie child of the sixties,
a desperate housewife of the fifties,
a bisexual artist of the twenties,
a young woman who suffered a head injury
and an 1800's English mail order bride
A journey back in time, back to the beginning