Sir. Oak Poem by Isa .

Sir. Oak



Sir. Oak,
How wise can he be?
I mean.
He's just an oak tree?

Older, by generations
By centuries.

You will remember him for centuries
Will not turn to dust
but gold.

So fearless and renowned.
Traversed every land.

Marks much more permanent that footprints in the sand.

Tales of an un-dead warrior.

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