Oak Tree Poems

silent oak tree sentinel guards my yard
I call him Old Mister
he drops acorns that try to grow new oak trees
they land in a cinder piles,...

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my lilac tree did not know she was a bush
within ten years she flourished with a swoosh
she outgrew every tree except the oak giant
lilac tree...

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I stand alone in natures beauty,
in the woods by a trickling stream.
I feel the presence of my destiny,
as a repetitive eternal dream.

I hear the gurgling...

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The leaves were changing as I walked my way, 
All different colors they were today.
I felt a calm presence I’ve felt before. 
A feeling of...

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I count fifteen enormous branches on my giant oak
If lightning got them and they fell, it would be no joke.
I bet each one of them...

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the soothing shade from a majestic oak
refreshes in a marvelous mellow way
as a gentle breeze sways in rhythm its lush green

nostalgic memories of love have...

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Shadows of the Valley
creatures of the dark pitted dome
scantily clad dryads' hissing drones they rally
without souls—pod like, they roam
throughout forests assiduously marled
awoken from the darkest...

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She is as majestic as the coolness of nature
Beneath which I rest on an oak tree
In a forest surrounded by various types of mushrooms
Above it...

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Of that oak tree falls, I may soon be dead.
I stared in disbelief at my cousin Zed.
Why do you have this weird feeling of dread?
He...

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The trees remember what the axe forgets.
The mirth of lovers romping on the loam.
The light that filtered through in golden nets,
and beasts that roamed for...

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Oak tree limb gave me the nod today
When the winds get strong, we may have to pay
Tree is solid, not made of clay
That warning should...

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the silver birch
it likes to hide
so as you search 
at eventide
you find it there with many friends
playing poker through the night

the common oak 
a wise...

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strands of silver green
Spanish moss draping from trees
swaying in the breeze...

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Oak, Willow, Maple, Birch.
Would this wood aid me in my search.
I could not see the wood from the trees.
I’d try so hard, but could not...

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The great big oak tree casts off his coat while the rest of us put ours on,
Throwing down the golden-brown piles of spiky leaves,
A dance...

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