Black Jack Oak

Black Jack Oak

A Poem by Mark Pearce
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From little acorns big ol' poems grow.

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Black Jack Oak
Mark Pearce (c) 2007
 
 
Ol’ Black Jack.
Son of a nut.
Leathered leaves and arms downcast.
You make an impression upon me.
 
Tall. Upright.
Your fissured mast supports
Thick canopy,
Casting hardest shade.
 
You, Oak. 
The impression of solidity and form
Applauding softly as wind blows.
 
In your presence
The sun reaches apex
And from a nearby church tower
A weighty toll marks twelve.
 
Your verdant bells are silent
Unless massaged by those invisible tendrils of air.
It is then your shufflings cradle the toll with murmur, 
Providing texture to what has become
An exceedingly fine day.

© 2008 Mark Pearce


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Mark Pearce
Not my usual heavy-lifting piece.

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i thought this was awesome
Ol' Black Jack. Son of a nut.Leathered leaves and arms downcast.
awesome............

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really loved this poem. the images were strong, well written

Posted 16 Years Ago


A lovely write about nature and its spendor. I adore the line and comparison between the toll of the church bell and the sound of the Oak leaves. Nice, succinct write. Well done.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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