The old oak is amazing
And a natural wonder.
Her branches reach for the sky
Her roots run down under.
Birds nest in her hair.
The years prove her might.
Her fruit is the acorn—
To the squirrel's delight.
Her unique profile
Is seen against the night.
With an air of mystic,
She's an impressive sight.
(Revises 10/16)
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From : Terri Norvell (United States ;) To : Walterrean Salley Date Time: 2/2/2012 7: 01: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00) Subject : Poem I just want to say that I appreciate your attention to the spirit of the tree! The Oak is a special one in my heart and soul. Your verse is sweet and appears to honor the tree. Thank you.