Ode to the Oak Tree

Ode to the Oak Tree

 

Bowing in the wind,

Strong and mighty,

All these years.

The tall oak tree

Had leaves which knew how to bend.

Having been around

For quite some time,

It has seen many a change

In its surroundings, standing ground.

 

Still, it stands,

Ever to the call’s demand.

A testament of its strength

And perseverance.

Its branches grow at length

Stay their stance.
Beautiful and bold,

It lives, it strives unto itself,

Stretching upward to the sky

Where is its wealth.

 

For birds flock to its arms

Seeking shelter in its frame.

A safe, luxurious place.

The oak tree a refuge

For all feathery color and hue.

Its years of growth stands tall

From whence it came.

Its folds of lush greens ever true,

Showing through.
Its glory untouched,

Beholden to its own,

It is ever known

For its strength over all.

Standing true, it never stalls.

From age to age, there in all its grace,

The oak tree remains.

 

Melinda McQueen Rodgers

September 28, 2021

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the old trees too dear Melinda.
"Standing true, it never stalls.
From age to age, there in all its grace,
The oak tree remains."
The above lines. Perfect description for the honor of the oak tree. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for reading and delighting me with your review.

[Chris Shaw]

The mighty oak. Many a fine ship was built from its timber years ago. Known for its strength. What I like particularly about it, is the distinctive shape of its leaves and its fruit. What fun we had as children playing conkers. A fine tribute to this wonderful tree Melinda.

Chris