joy lemoine Powell - The Old Oak

Stood, where it had been planted many generations ago,
Its huge trunk burdened by the weight of the heavy limbs
Creaking when the wind would blow …
Flowers had adopted a place beneath its shade their colors
Enhancing the boldness of the slate grey bark
Surrounding in endless tall green blades …
As children we played in this tree swinging off its branches
Falling to the carpet of grass below …
It had been through a lot this old oak
Tears of joy and sadness
Left its mark embedded on its trunk …
Names of some …
That had been scratched through
Forever forgotten…
Yet it stands strong
Its beauty untarnished …
By memories that have soaked into its life
And for the memories to come…
From the children now staking it as their own…

joy lemoine Powell

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