The Mighty Oak
It was always there, rooted deeply, in my backyard.
That mighty oak, it was so beautiful, so noble, and strong.
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As a child, I would climb up into its arms, and sit there for hours finding comfort.
It became a part of me, its' spirit ran through me and we were as one.
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Through the years, as I grew older, I would take my burdens, and sit by my tree,
And, it would unburden me.
It was my pillar of strength,
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Now the mighty oak lies toppled. I touch his withered limbs and cry.
And as his spirit rushes through me, I hear him say goodbye.
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And my world is changed for ever; it can never be the same.
For - tonight my father died.
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2006
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