Wednesday, March 24, 2021

The Old Oak

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

 

The Old Oak

 

They still call it a live oak

Though it is clearly dying

Its naked arms reach outward

In all seven directions

People have supported it with

Thick wires of steel that

Make it seem invented

A work of human hands

Though it is clearly one of nature’s

Most magnificent creations

One of the tallest order

It has witnessed the best and

Worst of humankind

It has watched the parade of

Style and always changing fashion

It has laughed at human folly

It has roared at human error

It has shed its leaves

Over centuries of toil

It has seen the river break

Over its earthen banks and

Swallow the land beneath

It has stood its ground and

Steadied all around it

A home to hawks and eagles

A perch for crows and jays

A playground for squirrels

A refuge for creatures great and

Small and bountiful as nature

It tires of the mystery now and

Yearns for the peace of solitude

A shadow of its former glory

It is time to let go sleep and

Rise in live oak dreams


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