The Old Oak Tree Poem by Keith Williams

At the high school I first went
One girl I met such time wasn't spent
Because one look at her I wanted to fight
Evil thoughts about her bothered me day and night
Not a time went by I had anything good to say
Passing through the halls kicking dust in the hay
A cold war harsh as old man winter
While chopping wood outside my hands got a splinter
Then one day a madman came
No girl was with him so he played a game
He tried to hit her with a chair
But on his own evilness gave him a stare
Into my arms she cried giving up a river of tears
Hurt by the threats and shame like being stuck with sticks and spears
But I wiped her eyes dry
I really loved her I couldn't lie
What really made a change in me?
It's when I stopped by the old oak tree