He Stands Alone.

He stands alone,now etched by time
As 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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Black Knight
Yes. Many of us in a garden have old dead tree.
It already for a long time does not fructify and has no leaves.
But anyone have not the heart to saw down it.
And it stands as a symbol of the past time.
2005-12-16


Esti D-G
hi penfold!
Lovely little poem about an old tree! At first i thought it was about you, but then the penny dropped.
Much lurve and happy christmas, esti
2005-12-15