Under the Oaks

Creepy nature poem for those who like creepy nature poems.

Bury me beneath the Oaks,

That's where I'd like to Sleep.

Scatter my ashes wide, Dear,

There's nothing left to keep.

Bury me beneath the Oaks,

May all their branches weep.

Far into the forest, Dear,

Its cool and dark and deep.

Bury me beneath the Oaks,

that's where one day we'll meet.

Come find me in the forest, Dear,

when you take that gentle leap.

Author's Note

Page 44 in the notebook.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

This has layers inside that make the simple sing.

[Delmar Cooper]

I admire the circuit this makes and the simplicity of the circle.

[MomzillaNC]

Great imagery. I like the layout in couplets.

[L. C. Rhodes]

Thank you!

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.