Behind the Oak Tree
Hiding sojourn in tranguillity thinking,
Ear relaxation rested upon the elderly.
Listening of belongings carried on earth.
Participating speech of years visioning.
Things come and went in an instead breath breeze.
Engraving lover's souls within the skin bark.
Haughty lettering tattoo,
Leaving grief words,
Never removed from it's outer body.
Weeping stories,
Broken hearten,
Tear trails wounded this tale-master of all seasons.
Death fallen on it's rooted-path.
Children danced.
Years brought forth old,
Left the final air,
Facing this beauty stand.
Green hair to orange-red,
Moments color in wonder enchantment.
Writing in the hearing,
Catching my intake life,
Exhaust for relief.
Wars fought,
Time lost,
People drifted with the fashioned realm.
"Tell me more, I plead!"
Than realizing,
The finished,
I will have to see with my own life lived,
Rooted on earth,
Like my friend,
The Oak Tree-
Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2006
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