Lynn W. Petty
Beneath A 2000 Year Old Mississippi Oak Tree - Poem by Lynn W. Petty
Beneath a 2000 Year Old Mississippi Oak Tree
Beneath the luxuriant foliage of this venerable oak tree,
whose branches shut out the noon day sun;
whose roots drew the nurturing juices from earth
before the Spanish, French or English took possession of this land,
I sit listening to the softly, breathing music of the wind
through its leaves. Rendering more pliant, the fabric and temperament
of my mind, I hearken to a choir of migrating birds
who take rest from the breezes that wearied
their wings, filling this mansion of greenery with a harmony
of rich sound.
Looking up to the roof of its boughs, I am in wonder
of its height; its girth of trunk; its lichen-crusted limbs
draped with Spanish moss.
Here, I am given the sense of security knowing there is some
stability, almost permanence in this world of clouded doubt,
through this noble tree, whose life began before the death
of Augustus Caesar.
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