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Thursday, 19 January 2012

Twisted Oak

Twisted Oak

As I sit here quietly
Beneath your brow
Your trunk all twisted
As you reach for the sky
Your foliage and acorns
The shade that you give
To this old man now
From when he was a kid.....

In your magnificent age
I wonder and ponder
All you have seen
Over four hundred year’s
Of us human beings.....

This twisted oak
Over one hundred feet high
Struck by lightning
Time after time.....

But even this force
Couldn’t bring you down
Only the chainsaw
Of the council clowns.....

Peter Wicks

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