The Old Oak Tree Poem by Owen Cullimore

An Old Oak Tree stands proud and tall
Through time it probably has seen it all
As time went by from year to year
It looked closely never fear
Standing magnificent for over 800 years
In a meadow frequented by Horses and Deer's
In its earliest years it would have seen many a sight
Of riders on horseback be it a King or a Knight
Who's Armour would have shined and glinted in the Noonday Sun
As they Hunted animals just for fun
Many a King may have come and gone
Many a Sunny day and bright Moon shone
Its leaves a fluttering in the wind and rain
As centuries came and past in vain
As time went by things moved on and on
The Knights they had come and gone
As centuries passed by the tree stood tall
Through all those years it had seen it all
Even Lovers in the pale moonlight
Lay on the ground holding each other tight
What else went on only the oak tree knows
Time like a river just flows and flows
The Sunlight still glints on its weathered leaves
Hanging from its branches like badly ripped sleeves
Now growing old looking tired and worn
Standing next to a field of corn
This giant of nature still standing tall and proud
Would forever stand out from the crowd
Many a day I have passed by this wise old tree
Sees how it's leaved glistened as the look down at me
It will probably stand for many more years
Each season it's leaves will fall like tears
But for me it will always raise smile upon my face
My quiet and truly wondrous place.