He Stands Alone.
He stands alone,now etched by timeAs though twas meant to be
His frame all bent and twisted
For all who pass to see
It was'nt always as it is
When children came around
To run and laugh and shriek with glee
He reveled in the sound
But age and weather took its toll
And disease had hit him hard
A surgeons cuts had saved his life
For which he did'nt charge
And so he stands alone but proud
To survey what could be seen
The only oak for miles around
Upon the village green
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-12-15 at 14:30
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