The Fallen Oak

alc on Nov 1, 2009

After many years and many memories, the oak tree in my father’s front yard fell.

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I remember when I stood high and mighty,

With the children playing tag around me.

When a mid-summers rain cooled me off,

And I slept all winter long.

I witnessed that teens first kiss,

Enduring pain, from the carving of a few initials.

Over the years, I’ve watched the world change,

I just bloomed and pretty much stayed the same.

Eventually the weather and age got to me,

So I fell, and forever going to sleep.

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Comments (20)

CrystalFlute on Nov 1, 2009
Beautiful poem. I like the picture of the tree!
Atanacio on Nov 1, 2009
all good things come to an end good write
RS Wing on Nov 1, 2009
Beautiful memories! Great prose of your intimate thoughts. Revealing and a great read!
Petalm on Nov 1, 2009
Beautiful metaphor.
lillyrose on Nov 1, 2009
thats so sad!
Darla Cooke on Nov 1, 2009
Lovely poem!
martinpm on Nov 1, 2009
Nice poem!
chantell on Nov 1, 2009
Wow, Thanks for sharing
Sourav on Nov 1, 2009
Good poem.
Ruby Hawk on Nov 1, 2009
Beautiful,
Tanya Wallace on Nov 1, 2009
Beautiful work Alc , as always very creative. This was very touching and heartfelt!
athena goodlight on Nov 2, 2009
A beautiful poem for a beautiful tree!
Marie Antoinette on Nov 2, 2009
This is beautiful, and deep.
jakeycliffo on Nov 2, 2009
very nice poem alc
STEVE666 on Nov 2, 2009
Nice verse.
diamondpoet on Nov 2, 2009
That was beautiful and lovely pic.
Dessian on Nov 2, 2009
saddening, but a great poem : ) Sorry to hear that such an idol of childhood memmories is gone for you : (
Themax on Nov 3, 2009
wow!!very creative writing!!
Thanks
Teves on Nov 3, 2009
Nice poem. i love the photo too.
LoveDoctorLoveGoodBye on Jan 11, 2010
This is exactly what I was thinking even though another writer wrote it. All good things must come to an end. nice view of the oak tree.

Hi there!