Ode to an Oak

A tree I could never quite climb in my youth; ever thinking one day I would be old enough to reach the lowest branch, yet it would outgrow me just that much more.

 

Splendid;

Autumn crowned Oak,

 Forest king sublime.

Protector through starry veils;

Both space and time.

Sacred wood of immortality;

Cloud gathering branches, exultant beside me.

You tree hold deity;

From root to leaf inside.

In respect and kindness; together we reside.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Robert Luna]

I love trees I just wish I could hear the history and stories of life that they have bared witness to over the years. The life times they have seen come and go. I think that in itself would be such a wonderful thing to be a part of. I think you know this feeling as well and thought it as well. I liked this piece and it made me think which i always enjoy reading a piece that allows my thoughts and imagination to be taken to another place.


Well Done!!!!!

[Gary H]

I think there should be a writing site dedicated to trees - on the internet this would be a great preservation idea - don't use paper any longer! Completely agree with the final line. Great imaginative poem.

[The Archangel Gabriel]

Well penned. Climbing (trees or whatever) rocks! Oaks are so magnificent!

Great job!

-Gabe

[justjenn_2u]

Such a reflection into childhood, a wonderful challenge in which gave you strength. This poem is filled with wonderful language and I love the reflective nature of this.

[R J Askew]

Great homage to the leafy one. And a charming story of your relationship with it. I like all trees and especially oaks...and especially very ancient ones that are reduced to thousand year old wrecks!

[Ani Ashford]

You are a kindred spirit. Beautiful writing!

[DarkAngelWriter]

Aw this is a cool poem. The tree grows with the kid, the kid grows with the tree. The rhymes flowed well. Good write :)