The Oak Tree

Behold a stature of strength,

Honorable wisdom shall encourage the weak,

Thus guarantee the fittest to survive.

I kneel to the earth, its soil pure,

And I kiss and bury my heart underground,

And acknowledge your sound longevity and peace.

I shall bow unto no man,

Until they follow in my footsteps.

Even then I will sacrifice a herd,

Before I applaud my fellow man.

Atop your golden boughs lies a crown,

Once belonging to the Kings.

I raise my heathen hammer in salute,

And trudge along my destiny.

Reviews

[Audrey Murray]

I felt the strength of the oak tree in your poem Brian as well as your admiration I love trees and I enjoy them even when the become old or have been reduced to stumps thanks for such a thoughtful poem

[alifeacoustic]

The mighty oak, bows to no one. Stands defiant and surveys the land from on high. What more of a role model would you need. Great writing Brian.

[katie]

Beautifully written as always! Love this!

[Alexander Cain]

It is amazing. Love the message, and wording.