Fay Slimm.

Missed

 

 

Missed..

 

For height, girth and spread
it was often said 
there was never one like it.


Weighing a train-load with 
oaken coat on 
it took every seasonal gale.

Winter blasts groaning thru\'
nude branches 
merely tore down fire-wood.


Sagely magnificent 
it withstood many decades
of weather behaviour,
sheltered all feather and fur
for generations,
made lovers a hiding place
but now it\'s not there.


Yet I see a sapling has been
fighting for air
and some say a gone-tree\'s 
ghostly presence 
can urge spurts of growth
in its successor.


I sincerely hope this is so
for all passing by
that one-time great oak
still heave a sigh  
as its memorable strength 
is mightily missed.