<html><head></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" class="t1" width="540" style="width: 540px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); position: static; z-index: auto; "><tbody><tr><td valign="top" class="td2"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" class="t2" width="540" style="width: 540px; position: static; z-index: auto; "><tbody><tr><td valign="middle" class="td2"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "> Saw In Louisiana A Live Oak Growing</div></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr><tr><td valign="middle" class="td2"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><br></div></td></tr><tr><td valign="top" class="td2"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="" style="width: auto;"><tbody><tr><td valign="middle" class="td2"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; ">I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,<br>All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the <br> branches,<br>Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous <br> leaves of dark green,<br>And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,<br>But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves <br> standing alone there without its friend near, for<br> I knew I could not,<br>And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves<br> upon it, and twined around it a little moss,<br>And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in <br> my room,<br>It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear <br> friends,<br>(For I believe lately I think of little else than of them,)<br>Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me <br> think of manly love;<br>For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in<br> Louisiana solitary in a wide flat space,<br>Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a <br> lover near,<br>I know very well I could not.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Walt Whitman</div></body></html>