Joseph T. Renaldi
Birth Of An Oak Tree - Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
A lad walking along the side of a road
Dropped an acorn so casual and free,
And it took root and sprouted up
And grew into a mighty oak tree.
Couples in love sought its refuge,
A place to cast their early vows,
And a traveler was pleased on a hot day
To rest and bask beneath its boughs.
The squirrels loved its sturdy limbs,
The song birds sweet music galore.
For years the tree stood firmly in this place,
A blessing of nature evermore.
It was just a little acorn at first,
Embedded in the earth isolated and free.
It matured slowly and weathered all storms,
And became an attraction as a mighty oak tree.
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