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.
Excellent :)

I've been listening to an 'ode less traveled' I'm sure Stephen Fry would be as impressed as i am.
Jolly well done!!

Ok Ben, obviously I cannot comment near as well as your lovely daughter just did...are you sure she's only 13? Lovely piece, beautiful in your rhymes. Well done sir!

Perfection as usual. What more can I say but a real pleasure to read. Milly x

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 :)