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Oak Tree Alone In a Field

In a field a tall oak tree has stood,
grass and yellow leaves lay at its base 
though away, a small distant grey wood
stands behind the tree, without a face,

Though alone it seems the stronger frame
for the tree is first to feel the sun,
but perhaps it's all in here the same
when it all at last is said and done,

For the tree is first to face the rain,
winds and storms, the snow and ice it feels
still it stands a fearsome, wiser gain
with a nameless though a steady keel,

In a field a tall oak tree has stood,
time and time it stands, it stays alone
though away, a small distant grey wood
waits to show the tree how much it's grown.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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