23 April 2010

My Tree

No-one knows the story,
only me
No-one knows the wisdom
of the old oak tree
He stood alone for many years
and watched the world go by
Seeing ever changing shapes
of clouds high in the sky

He talks to all the people,
although they never listen,
But I suspect the children know
he sheds some tears that glisten
Because he feels so lonely
and very, very sad
That everything in the world
today seems so very bad

But through the daily troubles
my tree still stands, so still
And straight and mighty
with an overwhelming will
To spend the time so patiently
to await the coming days
When the world will slowly calm itself
and gently change its ways


Brian Miller said...

i hope we do...had to cut down an old friend that got hit by lightening this year...had been in our family for generations...

septembermom said...

Lovely verse. Thank you. I hope the world "will gently change its ways" too.

Sniffles and Smiles said...

This beautiful piece of poetry pulls at my heartstrings...brings a lump to my throat and a tear to my eyes...I wish to throw my arms around the trunk of the old oak tree...your words invoke such emotions and pictures...truly incredible work! Love you, Janine XO

Kath said...

In Glastonbury there are 2 very ancient oaks, called Gog and Magog. Legend tells that they were mischievious witches, whom Merlin turned into trees. the certainly have a stooped, gnarled outline, with long bony "fingers" to grab the unwary walker.

Kath said...

In Glastonbury, there are 2 very ancient oaks called Gog and Magog. Legend tells that they were 2 mischievious witches whom Merlin turned into trees. The sit hunched and gnarled, with their long bony fingers reaching out to grab unwary walkers along the path.

Akelamalu said...

Oh Valerie that was just lovely! :)

Bernie said...

Val this is beautiful, you have such a real yet flowing ways with words to describe this lovely tree.
...........:-) Hugs

An English Shepherd said...

What a nice poem :-)