Mar
19
A majestic oak sitting in the
Middle of the field, the
Green waves in the wind
Rippled the long grass around it
The trunk was mighty and wide with
Tall arms of yellow, orange and red
Branches reaching high into the sky
Full fingers caressing the floating clouds
At its base the untouched mud and
Pebbles made happy homes
For creepy crawling creatures
I wondered at once what this tree
May have seen through years and years
Of standing in this field
The little sapling slowly reaching higher
Every day until that very day
Who may have stood in this very place
What battles may have raged around it
What love was made beneath it
But I dismissed the thought
Better that I didn’t know
Let it be what it is
A majestic oak, sitting in the
Middle of a green field
thats an excellent poem. You are a really good writer!