Old Oak

Hard the road that trekked our life.

 

 

1500 yr old Oak

The sun sinks low in the sky

while the moon slowly rises

Dreams this way linger long

for tomorrow-in all its guises

 

I look back longing my days

just to find where I fell last

How can we see the future

who don't remember our past

 

Hard the road we trekked in life

living well as some had done

Youth hides the tears in shadow

paths shown by the ageless sun

 

I once held life's greatest joy

futures road lie before me

All that was or ever been

blessed as the tall Oak tree

 

Hope, my shoulder to the wind

muscles gleamed in the noon sun

Strong was my back that carried

the hopes that you were the one

 

Tate

Author's Note

For she who crossed roads with me then diverged in the woods.

Reviews

[Muse]

I felt you looking towards the future..reflecting on the past...reminiscing in the moment. I liked the title and the picture too...so telling. The Old Oak is said to be wise....it's limbs providing an umbrella to life's storms...the bark over time sluffs away like our own skin....yet it grows new bark...like a rebirth of sorts. The shade it provides is always so forgiving from the harsh glare of the sun. If only we could carry that old oak tree around with us every where we went. Maybe then we wouldn't feel so vulnerable.

I once held life's greatest joy

futures road lie before me

All that was or ever been

blessed as the tall Oak tree


A tree that lives to be old..like us mortals is truly blessed.
"Age is a reward...not a right."

[Tate Morgan]

Beth you are deep thinker. This was written to an old girlfriend. The thought was to thank her for the time we spent together and let her know no hard feelings

[Muse]

beautifull shared

[Tate Morgan]

thank you

[deeps]

Hope with shoulder to the wind;
Muscles gleam in the noon sun.
Strong was my back that carried;
The hopes that you were the one.

I loved this stanza here, This is a very well written write here,
I can feel this write! Wonderfully written and expressed!

[Dillon Cotter]

Pretty nice Tate, beautofu imagery.

-Will

[Nautili]

I love the picture that corresponds with this poem, and I could not help but think how all the years and hard weather made this oak strong, and a shelter for woodland creatures. I think that your trials have made you strong as well, even with the disallusionments of life, you have found a wisdom that takes many men a lifetime to acquire..... nice work, tate.

[LisetteCanWrite!]

Wow.. now this is an amazing piece of work. It is another piece that is simple yet pondering such complexity.. in the plight of such a high hope .. and with such strength that you carry on your back.. portrayed on the hard road that is compared to that of an oak tree. This was inspirational to me on so many levels... with that feeling that you once felt accomplished and believed you held all you needed in your hands. There's one stanza that is both mysterious and can be such a brilliant metaphor.. as it can be taken in so many lights:

I look back longing my days;
Just to see where I fell last.
How can we see the future;
Who don't remember our past?

I found alot of wisdom and curiousity exists in this stanza.. even self-curiousity by which we all try to shove forward.. using past knowledge to push.. but knowing that we have look back in order to see that future in balance but not stay trapped in the past for too long when we do so. It can also represent all people today who try to push forward for a better future.. without having WALKED in the shoes of the really hard past of our elderly oaks.. This stanza really made me think.. amazing for so few words.. I really loved the rhythm, rhyme and flow of the entire piece.. you truly have a golden soul.