The Angel Oak Poem by Barry Middleton

The Angel Oak



I can't be proud
of pain I did provoke

I did some good
some bad I would revoke

sometimes I didn't think
before I spoke

other times
I thought life was a joke

I stand before
the dismal devil's cloak

and look him in the eye
and do not choke

I may have been
asleep but then I woke

I'll make my plea
beneath the Angel Oak
~~~~~

The 'Angel Oak Tree' is a Southern live oak on Johns Island near Charleston, South Carolina. It is estimated to be at least 400 and possibly up to 1400 years old.

Saturday, January 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: redemption,regret
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