Missed.
For height, girth and spread
folk said
there was never one like it.
Weighing a train-load with
oaken coat on
it took every seasonal gale.
and bulk survived.
Winter blasts groaning thru'
naked branches
tore down good fire-wood
but sagely magnificent
it withstood many decades
of weather behaviour,
sheltered all feather and fur
over 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 who pass by
that one-time great oak
surely must sigh as
its memorable shape will
be mightily missed.
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Fay Slimm. (
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How much the land has been shaped and changed. So many such places are now beyond memory.
'Yet I see a sapling, has been
fighting for air'..
and that's just enough - ain't it
for us, to anchor our Hopes upon
and somewhere - far
Nature knows this, to be true
that's why
there's always been a 'But - for', in every
cataclysmic: event...
(such an important message, dear Fay
thanks for sharing)
A good write Fay.
A great English oak - one of my my favourite trees.
Should be given an 'X' rating Fay - the though of it as firewood.....
Here's hope for the sapling, but who knows?
Great write, Fay.
Sent me on a jog down a red dirt road where an Oak just like that still lives.
The law of nature is for the old to go and your sapling to grow .Beautifully penned
If only that oak could talk it would have some amazing stories to tell. Wonderful words Fay.
Andy
If only that oak could talk it would have some amazing stories to tell. Wonderful words Fay.
Andy
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