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The Old Oak Tree

I have a picture of a tree,
its gnarled trunk thick and wide,
support branches reaching a hundred feet high

Once started as a seed,
has grown to become truly mighty,
generations have played under her leaves,
climbing high into her crown,
a dizzying height,
tire tubes and swings,
wore deep grooves into her lower branches,
evidence of childhood attention,
remnants of an old tree house,
still may be seen,
yet, can no longer be reached,
to high the old oak tree

I love Mary encased in a heart 
carved into her bark,
hastily scratched through,
then added Sue, Lucy, and June,
all share the same fate,
carved by a young fellow 
whose name is unknown

When in full regalia a majestic sight,
her leaves rustle softly in the wind,
designed to send gentle breeze,
where lunch is laid,
and children play

For eons she has pleasured many,
harmed none,
adding beauty and grace,
to the old home place

In her time,
she had weathered many a storm,
although, her limbs and leaves did shake,
she stood defiant in their wake,
she stood her ground,
refusing to be brought down

Now I know she was awfully old,
she looked terrifically strong,
as big as she was,
some of her roots, her foundation,
had cracked, been ripped apart,
deep scars that never healed,
ran throughout,
never deeply rooted from the start,
her massive weight,
kept her, from falling apart

Then came along the worst she had ever seen,
throwing at her winds over one thirty,
her powerful branches,
reaching so high,
snap like twigs, are cast aside,
her broad trunk taking full impact,
finally succumbs,
pushed over onto her back,
her foundation ripped from the ground,
stood skeletal, hovering above,
what was once her majestic crown

If you listened closely when she hit the ground,
the moan of hundreds of children
crying out, was her last sound

She lay there for weeks,
until, finally,
cut up, burned, and hauled off,
nothing remained

I have a picture of a tree,
where once stood a mighty oak,  
a miniature shoot now free of the land, 
reaches ever higher
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Dietrich Avatar
February 6, 2010 at 4:05 PM
This is breathtaking, Mac. One of your very best. I would put it even higher in this contest! congratulations. Andrea
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February 4, 2010 at 9:02 AM
Congratulations on your win in the contest Mac. Love, Carol
K. Avatar
February 4, 2010 at 1:34 AM
Such a beautiful poem that illustrates the mightiness of a tree! And to have that wonderful surprise at the end was just inspiring! Hope is not lost--enjoyed this write, Mac --Congrats on your win!
Johnson Avatar
February 3, 2010 at 6:35 PM
sOh I am glad a shoot survived. Congratulations on this fine poem and your win. Love, Joyce
Richards Avatar
February 3, 2010 at 6:18 AM
I loved this poem, and so happy to see it here among the winners!! Congratulations! ~Carrie
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February 3, 2010 at 4:32 AM
Congratulations Mac, on your placement in The Rambling Poet’s “I Am Strong” Mini-Poetry contest with these words of strength in nature. I met a tree like that! Very nice writing, Mac. Your creativity has placed you in the winners circle. Smiles, Dane Ann
Cameron Avatar
February 3, 2010 at 1:02 AM
your poem is sublime, I adore trees,andget distressed when they are cut down, i suppose I am a tree hugger! mylittle poem (The Tree) won a recognition in Poetry Soup. keep writing your wonderful verse, Barbara Cameron UK
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February 1, 2010 at 8:43 PM
We have a lot of old trees in our area too and a few have fallen over the past few years because of rain and wind...Your poem really touched me...Marty
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February 1, 2010 at 5:04 PM
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February 1, 2010 at 4:39 PM
What a magnificent write Mac and I was enthralled by your words of description.. beautiful write... thankxxx so very much for choosing my "Beauties" as your number one winner in your first contest... we are both winners today.. u as a sponsor have done a wonderful job ..congrats to u also.. and thankxxx.. I am honored.. luv.. Linda-Marie..
Richards Avatar
February 1, 2010 at 2:32 PM
What a wonderful poem, Mac. I pictured some of the ancient trees we have in our area....the hills here are covered by oak, and some of the most historical, long lasting oaks have tumbled in recent years. A few recently in a severe storm we had in January. It makes me sad to think some are gone, who have been here in the days of my ancestors. ~ Thoughtful poem. ~ Love, Carrie
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February 1, 2010 at 1:57 PM
Wish this tree could have withstood the hurricane-force winds, Mac. You brought back memories of an old tree house we used as kids and of the time my high school beau and I carved our initials in a heart on a tree. I went back years later and the heart was still there! Glad you still have a photo of your "mighty oak." Love, carolyn
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