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The old oak trees on the Colfax Hills
don't get noticed much.
They just quietly grow.
They stand strong against the cold wind on the ridges.
They shelter the smaller trees.
A few pay attention, when the oak leaves turn crimson.
But mostly the old Oak's just stand there.
They're old, strong, and wise.
When one does give up its life to the
saw, the story doesn't end;
A home is warmed; a strong building is built; and some say a White Oak
fence post will last a hundred years...
But Oaks are like that.
After they're cut down; then the fruits of their quiet growth and strength
can be seen.
The Colfax Hills have lost an
Oak. But the memories in our hearts are warmed by it.
Strong buildings were built by it; a Nursing Home, and school.
And may Orville's quiet strength be a challenge to us for a hundred years.
Old Oaks are like that. They last.
By Rev. Roland J. Wells, Jr.
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