The Old Oak Tree:So tall and strong He stands all day long, Quietly watching While people their lives are botching. He’s the old oak tree. Newlyweds prance gleefully by, Druggies seek a higher high, Children romp around him, While old men reminisce under his limbs. He’s the old oak tree. Birds come from far and near, Squirrels – they have no fear, Ants boldly climb While crows bide their time. He’s the old oak tree. What wisdom does he contain? How many fools could he name Who need to listen? Every day he beckons. He’s the old oak tree. If youth would simply stop But for a minute to take stock How their lives would be enriched. But oh, so many opportunities missed! He’s the old oak tree. Young men now old, If only they had been told, “Life is short; Don’t stay in port.” He’s the old oak tree. “Spread your wings and fly! You must give life a try! Go for your dreams, Then your face will beam.” He’s the old oak tree. Now this poem is coming to a close, I hope you didn’t dose. I know a safe place to dream And no, he’s not mean. He’s the old oak tree. David B Knight September 2007 |