The Old Oak He used to look at me, with his bright blue crystal eyes. Moving with the blizzard winds and rolling with the ocean waves, all shades of blue. We stood under the old oak shading me from the light that lightly kissed my cheek. “I want to show you something” he said. He always had something to show me. We walked together through the field away from the tree, revealing the path of the sun that leads us to the place he wanted us to go. I followed Johnathan away from the oak tree that we would spend so many days under and as we walked steadily through the golden tall grass he knelt down before me revealing something black a bow and arrow made of hammered metal. “ my father gave it to me” his eyes hidden behind the bow as he made a shot to the short wooden stump that sat in the middle of the clearing. The bow hitting the dark brown stump and then as he turned around he lifted the bow to my hand. “You're turn”. Handing me the bow with one hand. I took it upon myself to give it