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.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Trees are lovely .. a great writing , Fay 🙂🌸 I guess nature can be missed , I hope a new tree grows there
Trees are such a gift and usually when one grows old a few seeds will try taking its place - thank you for your lovely comment dear Rose.
Admired the lovely lines
Where so skilfully you stitched nature
And I couldn’t stop feeling as if an elder in family is lost
Who was like oak in the family of small plants
I could see my grandmother in that oak tree
Very well crafted dear Fay
That you saw a grand elder with traits like an oak honours my writing spills - - so pleased you enjoyed the tribute to those who live longer through facing life's challenges with strength.
A lovely tribute to these wondrous beings....
Thanks Keith - -- your caring comment is truly appreciated.
A majestic tree and your poem highlights its greatness.
Am delighted you saw the tree's majesty in my few words of tribute dear Roz.
'Yet
I see a sapling
has been fighting
for air'..
beautifully worded, yet again dear Fay
a wonderfully delicate and sincere, dedication
thank you for sharing
My pleasure to see you enjoy my take on the oak tree L.B. - there are fewer now than ever and they need a reminder for the public to take care of such marvels of nature still facing more years.
There's no real match for the magnificence of an Oak, such a nice read dear poet Faye. Sorrows reflections with light on the horizon; heartening to old poets, who dream of renewal as Spring awakens creatures great and small. Stay creative my friend!
J
Agreed RDS there is no real match for the presence of stepping under its branches when leaf is appearing. Thank you for your visit to my small tribute and for your welcome comment.
A wonderfully written heart-warming homage here Fay.
These mighty trees are a true testament to the immense strength of nature, though sadly, everything has it's time to go, but I hope that the tree that replaces it, will be just as magnificent.
Bravo, and I hope that all is well!
Your warm comment my friend heartens my efforts to bring to light the wonders of nature as found in the oak. So pleased you added your sage comments that time catches up with the strongest of things found around us yet nature replaces with abundance of seeds
A fine write, Fay.
Loved reading it again. Brings to mind me and my two sisters on my grandfather's farm.
So glad it reminds you of happy times Jerry - and thanks for saying so.
Words as majestic as that oak tree. Such a loss will be a long time missed.
But that "gone-tree's, ghostly presence" may remain in one's mind.
A bit of sadness expressed in a "sagely magnificent" manner.
A solid poem Fay, causing one to ponder our dependence on trees.
Loved it. - Phil A.
Your visit and comment are much appreciated my faraway friend - so pleased to see you back again Phil on this friendly site and glad too you enjoyed the read of Missing - - - - agreed these big trees are an inspiration to all writers.
An old English oak; your lovely piece bought out the nostalgia in me, Fay.
My first love in the tree realm, even though the sycamore provided the helicopters and the horse chestnuts provided the conkers.
Ah - tis my pleasure to be bringing out by my posting the nostalgia in you dear Dave - - big trees are such a gift if only for conkers which my brother always fought over.....
Such a shame when old trees disappear, what wonderful stories they could have told.
Andy
Ah yes Andy - these old and magnificent green gifts could tell a tale or two - -- - maybe we need to bend an ear while they live to listen to whispers inside their cores.
This is one of them greats Fay .. a fine tribute too ma'am ..
I have a favourite oak and miss her for a different reason, having left her behind when I last moved ... and must confess, I have been know to drive the hour n a half each way to go check on her occasionally ............................ N ... x
No surprise to me you liked the oak-tribute and check on your favourite mon ami - - trees have allure and we never forget those we have loved. I remember the copse of silver birches that drew me back time and again after I had to leave them for new pastures. Gladder than ever that my write took your mind to the gigantic specimen you left behind..............x
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