The Old Oak Tree
Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.
The Cycle of Life
I sit and I wonder at the beauty I see
The flicker of the light through the old oak tree
Shimmering green against the pale blue sky
Watching the birds zoom through as they fly
The grass beneath is beginning to turn brown
Still you hold every leaf so it doesn’t fall down
As the air turns cooler for this time of year
I look for the colors changes we hold so dear
For many the oak is a symbol of great life
With its strength and resilience bypassing its strife
She holds on to her leaves and sheds them last
A reminder to us all, this life goes too fast
We forget the truths of the stories we are told
That life is a cycle much purer than gold.
Anita Neal
With the understanding of life as we live through it paces, lets us never…
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Johnnie, this is so beautiful. I just learned of “our” oak tree over 200 years old around the cornor of our cove where we once lived and they cut it down. It’s not our house anymore but it leaves me wounded and sad, just the same. Perhaps I will have to write about that…I certainly wouldn’t have sold it to them. I’m no purist as we have soooo many trees at our main house that we could do without but this was one spectacular tree that gave so much, asked for so little, shaded and protected our family for the scourching sun for years. 😥 Have a good Memorial weekend soldier!
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I agree dear Cindy. The trees are kind to us and the older trees. Just wonderful.
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Just like us… oldies but goodies.. 🤗
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