About a tree that was often visited and used over the years. |
The Old Oak The old oak stands tall and proud In the meadow south of here There’s a brook that ripples down The old oak stands tall and proud Oft’ the old folks gather round To talk about the weather The old oak stands tall and proud In the meadow south of here In the cool shade ‘neath the oak At where the brook makes its bend You can sit along the bank In the cool shade ‘neath the oak If you dream to read a book Or some writing you may tend In the cool shade ‘neath the oak At where the brook makes its bend Watch the children swing so high Over the brook – ‘gain, again Memories of when I could fly Watch the children swing so high There’s a joy in all their flight And to share in their ascend Watch the children swing so high Over the brook – ‘gain, again You’ll find ‘round the trunk and limbs The writing of sweetheart names Generations carved and trimmed You’ll find ‘round the trunk and limbs Some have writ in lovely vim And a few ‘twas just a game You’ll find ‘round the trunk and limbs The carving of sweetheart names Memories of summer's fest The old oak had shared with us Now he withers in his rest Memories of summer's fest Broken limbs and half bare breast With my lips to his, I buss Memories of summer's fest The old oak had shared with us line count = 40 |