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Click hereOld Oak Tree
Old oak tree from the middle of my yard
Stood firm and tall as if on guard.
One day when the storm broke loose upon the land
The wind took my tree from it's rooted stand.
Hear Ye oh sky of blue-ist intention
Open up your doors and grant me my haven.
That flower of wood you took from my life
It was childhood, growth, it had no price.
The memories I'll have until the day I fall
Are the memories cherished by my boyish soul.
Damn, I loved that tree
I loved it's shade
I loved the way it looked and the way it swayed.
I climbed it's limbs
I sat on it's perch
I sang with the birds like a hymn in a church.
As I sit on it's stump
And remember it's glory
I've realized I'm the last leaf
To this sad, sad story.
Damn, I loved that tree.
...lined the front of the house I grew up in. 200 yrs old or more when we moved in. Then the Light and Power people came along. We cried, the whole family, while they cut. I loved this poem and it is one of only 12 I have printed out... Thank you!
like trees, memories remain sometimes only as stumps, but stumps are good things, they give us a place to sit and remember...in my opinion, the style is not important when feelings are stirred in me the way this one did...thought it was wonderful, keep writing!! Im sure you have more beauty within and who knows how much inspiration that old stump will provide..you are its conduit now, spread some poetic shade over our lives ;) maria
I like this poem, but I think it would have been stronger if you had stuck to just one style of poetry. Keep writing and sharing your work with us.