Sir Oak
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Sir Oak
I am the mighty king of trees, the master of the yard.
The seasons come and then they go beneath my watchful eye.
As young grow old and winds blow cold with tempests rough and hard,
I am an oak tree from a seed that dared to touch the sky.
My father taught me many things before he said “Goodbye,”
to laugh at snowstorms, ice and rain, to let the troubles pass,
to shake loose dying leaves in fall and know the reasons why.
So now I cast a stately shadow long across the grass.
Come softly to my garden world beneath my arms so wide.
Let me feel your body warmth as you lean back at my side.
9/20/17
PERSONIFICATION OF PLANT
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
YOUR CHOICE (10)PERSONIFICATION ,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brian Strand
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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