An English rose of oak (sonnet)

by Michael   Oct 14, 2018


With oaken roots, an English rose did grow
from natures womb a noble tree was born.
A wooded friend I shared times high and low,
until one day our hearts would both be torn.
Your leafy boughs were home to lives of wild
those boughs I’d climb to try and reach the sky.
A joyous past time love, when just a child,
an acorn; like the apple of my eye.
In fields of green you stood proud all alone
and faced the test of time year after year.
The day they stripped your leaves down to the bone,
my eyes did weep for every leaf a tear.
I waved your heart of oak a sad farewell
and mine still grieves, of how the mighty fell.

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  • 5 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Awww a sonnet for the oak...I wish I can really write one...another seamless sonnet Michael...and I feel your sadness in regards to losing your tree.

    • 5 years ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Miss Mel :)x

  • 5 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Adore this x

  • 5 years ago

    by Scott Cole

    I like this Michael really good job.....

    • 5 years ago

      by Michael

      Thanks fella :)

  • 5 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    This is just wonderful Michael and a very fitting tribute to your oak with a sonnet. Love it! :-) x
    =^.^=

    • 5 years ago

      by Michael

      Thanks Miss Kitty :)x

  • 5 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    The forest is one of my favorite places and I am fascinated by all these different beautiful trees. They all have a story to tell and provide shelter to birds, squirrels and some more. It saddens my heart to see them destroying them for concrete. We need the forest and I wished more would realize. Nominated and hugs to you.

    • 5 years ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Miss Dagmar, far too any trees are destroyed to make way for development. Very sad indeed :)x

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