My Oak Tree.




 



I took an acorn and put it in a pot.
I then covered it with earth, not a lot.
Great pleasure was mine watching it grow.
The first budding green came ever so slow.
I watered my plant twice a week
I knew I would transplant it down by the creek.
One day it will be a giant oak, 
To shield me from the sun a sheltering cloak.
Lovers will carve their initials in the bark, 
An arrow through a heart they will leave their mark.
It will shelter those caught in a fine summers rain, 
Under its leafy bows joy will be again. 
Creatures of the wilds will claim it for their own, 
Squirrels will reside here in their own home.
Birds will build nests and raise their young, 
They will sing melodies a chorus well sung.
Under it’s branches grass will grow, 
Here and there a wild flower it’s head will show.
My oak tree for hundreds of years will live.
Perhaps the most important thing I had to give. 

~ Bernard Shaw










Art Chris Dunn
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/

5 thoughts on “My Oak Tree.

  1. Reblogged this on Marcus Ampe's Space and commented:
    Too many people do forget that man is not just like any other living being (or soul) but is more like an oak tree, needing many years to mature, but when the wood has its ages it shall be strong to do a lot with it. It can and shall be used for the foundation of many new things, the building of a new generation. The seed of the future world.

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