Posterity
The Live Oak Tree offers its shady limbs
As protection against the sun's beaming rays
It moves as the warm breeze flows churning hymns
About the oak in its younger days children played
Some little boys climbed 'pon its strong branches
Hidden behind its stout stable wide firm trunk
Not far below runs a small trickling branch
We wanted to play there maybe get a dunk
The nest that houses a squirrel family
Up high above the activity below
Has been there many years, those gangly
Posterity now play high and low
So like the humans who played under its limbs
Now grown, gone, some to prosperity and some tales grim
Written Thursday June 13, 2013
While waiting for Cody at the Nursing Home
Sonnet Somewhat
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