Old Oak Tree

Alone it stands 

In a suspect moor 

Tall and grand 

Overlooking the ground

Green luscious leaves 

Litter its boughs 

No fruits to be seen 

Its wisdom is rich 

A vast wrinkled trunk 

The anchor of life

Time passes things by 

Except the Old Oak Tree 

Lost in memory 

Of an old reverie 

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

This made me think of a tree close to my grandmother's house. I used to sit under it daily as a child to read or write. Thanks for bringing that memory back to me. Nicely done.

~Luna

[Kate Henderson]

Thank you for your kind review! Glad it brought back some nice memories :)

[NKM577]

If poems could buy six packs this one would be forking out the cash and throwing you the frothies in 10 seconds.

It's a solid 10/10.

[matrixmark]

I didn't realise that a tree could be written about in such vivid and detail. It felt to as if the tree had many stories to be told.

Tall and grand, overlooking the ground - vivid use of words.

Mark.