English Oak

English Oak Standing in this field two hundred years, Witnessed your lives, your loves and tears. Growing taller with every day, I see over hills, so far away. Through Winter storms and Summer sun, I never hide and I never run. For I am Oak, proud and strong, In England’s pasture, where I belong.

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Terri Stiles

Date: 10/7/2017 7:18:00 PM

Greetings Kevin, I write to you as look out at the giant oak across the street from us. I believe it would love to be in England with your proud oak. Great imagery. Terri Stiles

John Fleming

Date: 8/11/2017 1:20:00 PM

I really enjoy and appreciate the feelings this staunch little poem of yours imparts, Keven; to me it seems to personify an England of old...an England, that, although hidden, is still all around us today; a steadfast England: stout, dependable, resolute, and - enduring! A fine little read! My best regards. :) john

Suzanne Delaney

Date: 7/20/2017 8:46:00 PM

I love the endurance of old growth trees.i am blest to have 8 on my place. They add a sense of serenity and a sense of time gone by. Added this to my favorite poems list. SuZ

Kevin Shaw
Date: 7/23/2017 4:58:00 PM

Thanks for the review Suzanne, appreciate it, regards, Kevin x