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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