Daphne Grant - The Old Oak Tree.

I cannot bear this summer heat
I'll go out on the balcony,
Where stars are clear

The moon, a lovely silver orb,
How lovely now it looks to me,
Shines now, between the the great trees arms
Oh, that Constable were here with me!
To see perfection of moon through tree, and tree on night
I'm sure that he would paint it right.

Oh moon, while pale sweet lantern hou dost glow,
Serene and calm, I'll look here for my Romeo,
But where's this tree I hear you say?
For you must know I did not dream it,
It's here at Lordhill school,
Inside the fence and boundary too
Nigh on two hundred years it's stood.
It knows secrets, it's not telling,
That's why they call it Oaklands school,
For this big tree, so dominant tall!
Looks out oe'r school and overall.

2001

Daphne Grant

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