John Trainer Poet Free verse

The Oak Tree

On a meandering
road, many years ago
Our destination
unknown
We came upon an
ancient and majestic
oak
Its branches, bare
of clothing;
Autumn’s demand of
an offering to the
soil
We stopped and did
not venture forward
Observing only from
a distance
Knowing that if we
walked among its
greatness
We would not see the
fullness of its
truth
You sketched it
I sat in awe of it
Years have passed
and she is but a
memory
The tree no longer
stands except for
the lifeless
remnant,
And your sketch
A cruel beheading
I live knowing that
it's greatness,
Rooted below the
earth
Is a soul larger in
death than in life

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Robert Nehls July 14, 2014 at 5:59 AM I liked this one a lot, John. I have always believed that there is a great amount of wisdom in the roots and branches of the mighty oaks. As if they are stretching up into the heavens, gathering their knowledge and then letting it fall freely upon the earth in their Autumn offering. They are truly a beautiful sight.... Robert.