#491221 added February 28, 2007 at 1:57pm Restrictions: None
THE VILLAGE OAK
THE VILLAGE OAK
Once I too was a mighty oak
That ruled the village side,
My stem solid like iron,
My branches far and wide.
My verdant shade was heaven for
The lonely traveler.
I gave succor to all who came,
I refused it never.
But now that I am old and weak
My branches are rotting.
My leaves are no longer shiny.
On dry roots I’m trotting.
I can’t weather any more storms.
I must heed nature’s call.
I stood upright two hundred years.
But now I must, too, fall.
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