The Old Oak
The Old Oak
There’s a big old tree in the corner
Of the field along the lane
It’s the only tree around here
So it’s special…
I’ve known it since I was a nipper
When I used to climb up and sit
On its branches so strong and sturdy
And contemplate life for a bit.
I loved to see new leaves in springtime
And the acorns as they grew then fell
Many a time I would wonder
What stories this old tree could tell.
Did it grow from a carelessly dropped acorn?
By a bird flying so high above
I like to think someone with vision
Planted that acorn with love
Maybe he dreamed it would flourish
And that many years after his time
A boy would climb its strong branches
And be moved to write a small rhyme.
T.Gardner…7/6/21
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