by Te Ora

Created on: January 02, 2011

Only Old Oak

The grumpy old wind whistles
Through my woody hair
Rustling leaves everywhere

Twisting twigs and branches
With old limbs now bent
Like a wizened old gent

I stand here proud and long
As an old soldier should
A sentinel in the wood

With old lovers knots carved
Upon my wooden heart
Never shall we part

Picnics under my shady span
Lovers share a treat
Of kisses so sweet

Birds raise their many broods
Now left an empty nest
Where Owls perch to rest

Here I will stand until death
‘Til my leaves drop
And branches lop

While skeletal frame looming
Through harsh winter
With trunk splinter

I linger lonely longingly
Nothing here but me
Solitary old Oak tree

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