Solid Oak Poem by Gina Marie Moody

Solid Oak

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The ancient Oak
elegantly extends
its gnarled and weather roots,
seizing life from fertile soil,
its lustful thirst sated
from springs
that generously flow,
devotedly, unseen.

It Scatters beauty,
sweeping freely
‘cross a shifting sky,
waltzing with a wayward wind,
solidly swaying
upon seasonal whims…

I am that Oak
when I am with you,
firmly grounded,
yet swept away.
Quenched by your caress,
swayed by your strength,
I can bend with the years
that claim me.

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Gina Marie Moody

Gina Marie Moody

Denver Colorado
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