General Poetry posted January 21, 2020

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The Fertile Oak

by Lil' Mormon Boy

A mighty oak tree stands upright, full grown,
In all its years, what could it have known?
In majesty, it stood a hundred years,
Through blustering storms, it conquered fear.
It sat and watched the years go by
Oh, the things it saw, as it climbed the sky.
No soul can say, just who planted it,
The work it took, the spit and grit.
And though its life was wise and long
There came a time, too soon was gone;
A victim of lightning struck long ago
Left smoldering embers of limbs aglow.
No birds now whistle from a branch, its sound,
No fall leaves, nor acorns adorn the ground.
No children to climb its mighty girth
But all now know its worldly worth.
Our memory of it still lingers near
As if it still, was with us here.
Although it's gone, we remember well
And oh, the stories we can tell.
Its past acorns, planted, 'tis a guarantee,
We never forget that mighty tree.



Our parents much of the time are our rocks or our Majestic Trees.
When they're gone, who is left to go on, We are, the acorns left.
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