Old Oak Tree Poem by Tom Billsborough

Old Oak Tree

Rating: 5.0


Autumn breeze, oak leaves, deciduous dreams,
Your living bark stores rings of memories,
Climatic changes, centuries of data,
Beneath my skin,
Each helix of my DNA still carries
Worlds before my conscious being.
We both are more than what we manifestly seem,
My old oak tree and me!
And though our embers scatter in a cruel breeze
Tomorrow we shall dress the earth
withmelodies of fresh green
With perennial presumption of our worth,
Tall and arrogant as befits our beings!

Thursday, August 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rose Marie Juan-austin 30 August 2018

A wonderful poem on nature. Mixing nature write with one's life enhanced the beauty of this poem. Superbly penned.10

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tom billsborough 31 August 2018

I wrote it last night. I was thinking of dreams being deciduous and yet like the Spring leaves they often return to inspire us.

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Denis Mair 10 September 2018

DECIDUOUS DREAMS...they have their time, and they are shed to make way for next year's growth. PERENNIAL PRESUMPTION of our tall stance...laudable for expressing those worlds that underlie our conscious being.

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 10 September 2018

Wow at least I could rate this brilliance! 10*+

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tom billsborough 10 September 2018

I have submitted a protest poem Hey Poem Hunter regarding all that rubbish which separates our work from the votes. I took me ten minutes to give Bharati a 10 for one of her poems! And then I tried to put it on my favourites list. I gave up in exhaustion. i don't think I've read any of yours but I'll remedy that now.

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Bharati Nayak 05 September 2018

We both are more than what we manifestly seem, My old oak tree and me! And though our embers scatter in a cruel breeze Tomorrow we shall dress the earth withmelodies of fresh green With perennial presumption of our worth, Tall and arrogant as befits our beings- - - - - To my poem list.

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tom billsborough 05 September 2018

We carry a lot of history in ourselves, mostly still a mystery to us. And I often wonder about my origins. my mother's family are of Viking descent and some of my father's ancestors were French. So I'm a real mixed bag! Thank you for your lovely comment, Bharati

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Bharati Nayak 05 September 2018

Autumn breeze, oak leaves, deciduous dreams, Your living bark stores rings of memories, Climatic changes, centuries of data, Beneath my skin, Each helix of my DNA still carries Worlds before my conscious being. - - - - Wow- -What a poem! ! I love every word of it.

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Crayon Poet 05 September 2018

Quite happy you have now done so, Tom.

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Tom Billsborough 05 September 2018

Well worth the visit, my friend. Looking forward to reading more of your poems

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