Nina B. Doughty
The Old Oak
Poem by Nina B. Doughty
It has stood a hundred years
And spread its lofty boughs.
It has seen a thousand lovers meet
And make their sacred vows.
It has given shade to many a tramp
Too tired to make his way.
It has sheltered all the little ones
Who came beneath to play.
It has watched a tiny hamlet grow
From village into town
And now because its in their way
They are going to cut it down!
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