The boy stopped walking to stare up at a huge tree, from whicha colored man was hanging.The tree was a white oak, strong and tall,and buffeted by a light wind not at all. The trunk branched off about twenty feetup, affording space for the man who hung there.The bole continued on up into eternity,while acorns … Continuar leyendo “1914: At a White Oak in Teasdale, Alabama” by Bill Tope