An absolutely beautiful poem, Dad, consisting of an A,B,A,B, rhyme structure, and one line of fourteen syllables, two of twelve and then a line of ten syllables at the end of each stanza, though, in the final stanza, the syllable count changes to fourteen, twelve, twelve, fourteen.
A truly stunning piece to read, well rhymed and worded throughout. I loved the last stanza best, because of the power in it.
Mr Pickard, I've not heard lines as powerful as these in some time:
"I'll sit beneath this cursed oak forevermore,
And dream of all the things that only in my dreams I've seen."
I did this just tonight actually. Though there was sand where the Oak should be, but when I watched the waves for long enough I could see some remnants of dreams in them. As always, your writing is brilliant. Thank you for sharing your work with us all :)