The Solitary Oak

gray0328

 

In Louisiana, I met a tree,  

A live-oak standing tall and free.  

Its mossy drape, a noble cloak,  

Yet, oh, it seemed a lonely oak.  

 

With joyous leaves of deep dark green,  

Its solitude was sharp, serene.  

I wondered how it stood so proud,  

Without a friend, without a crowd.  

 

I broke a twig with leaves so fair,  

And twined some moss with tender care.  

I brought it home, a keepsake small,  

To place upon my humble wall.  

 

It doesn’t need to remind me much,  

Of friends I love, of friends I touch.  

Yet still, it stays, a token bright,  

Of manly love, of oak’s firm might.  

 

For though that oak stands all alone,  

It never feels the chill of stone.  

But I, who thrive with others near,  

Could never bear to be so clear.  

 

So there it glistens in the sun,  

A solitary, steadfast one.  

Yet I know well, I’m not that tree,  

I need a friend to stand by me.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 31st, 2024 10:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: I was born and raised in New Orleans and I still live there today. If you walk down St. Charles Ave, you will be greeted by century old Oak trees lining the street and sidewalk.
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  • Cassie58

    Wonderful poem. I can relate. We have an oak on a small island in the Thames which probably goes back to the civil war. Five times the width of my embrace. Stand alone. All that time it has endured. Really enjoyed the read. Thank you.

    • gray0328

      Thanks Cassie, I always appreciate your feedback 😀



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