Old Oak.

by Steven Beesley   Jun 18, 2012


The old oak has
dark histories
within it's grain.

Historic passages
within it's fiber,
count the tree rings
for mystic correlation.

The wind blowing
and sweeping over
the undulating landscape
giving up no ghosts.

You withhold the
tragedies past and
up to present all
within your sap.

Roots so deep,
to hold past causes
down well beneath
the surface.

Your branches sway,
nay is your answer
and secrets captive.

Another hundred years
pass and the trunk
and plot yet thickens.

18th June, 2012 (c)

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  • 11 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Its like a secret buried deep within it and as the years go by it becomes more and more mysterious leaving us at awe! You have given the oak a character and made it look like a mysterious person..excellent!

  • 11 years ago

    by Dreamofolwin

    I love old oak trees as I do your poem... and how it speaks of things "seen" by it with the passing years :)

    Great vocabulary.. and well written as always :)

    Enjoyed this a lot! :D

  • 11 years ago

    by Mohan

    Nice poem i like the last 3 lines

  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    Amazing! adding this to my favorites!

    "You withhold the
    tragedies past and
    up to present all
    within your sap"
    ^my favorite part, so great.

    5/5

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