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Life of an Oak  Owenrich  24 Jan 17 6:24AM Thread Closed

Life of an Oak

Like the feeble tendrils of the baby oak
A newborn child- Young- Full of hope
Rising to meet the calling sun's rays- Nurturing
Soaking up the drops of spring rainstorms- Quenching
We're forgetful and free as toddlers may be
Yet our bark is thin and we sense all pain.

With each coming day- Steadily we grow taller
Our bark thickens- our minds retaining
Rising taller- We stand guard over the old house
With our rope swing- Swaying in the dying summer wind
Each leaf is a memory of our childhood stories
But with fall creeping ever closer
We watch our leaves change and fall- Our childhood forever gone
Our bark- once beautiful- Now scarred and gnarled.

With each day growing colder- We weaken
Branches trembling and shivering with the breeze
With out white snow blanket- Knitted by winter
We struggle to grasp on to one last brittled brown leaf
With one strong gust- Our memories now gone with the wind
We hold one last thought close- We won't bloom next spring.

re: Life of an Oak  Owenrich  24 Jan 17 6:25AM Thread Closed

Life of an Oak

Like the feeble tendrils of the baby oak
A newborn child- Young- Full of hope
Rising to meet the calling sun's rays- Nurturing
Soaking up the drops of spring rainstorms- Quenching
We're forgetful and free as toddlers may be
Yet our bark is thin and we sense all pain.

With each coming day- Steadily we grow taller
Our bark thickens- our minds retaining
Rising taller- We stand guard over the old house
With our rope swing- Swaying in the dying summer wind
Each leaf is a memory of our childhood stories
But with AUTUMN creeping ever closer
We watch our leaves change and fall- Our childhood forever gone
Our bark- once beautiful- Now scarred and gnarled.

With each day growing colder- We weaken
Branches trembling and shivering with the breeze
With out white snow blanket- Knitted by winter
We struggle to grasp on to one last brittled brown leaf
With one strong gust- Our memories now gone with the wind
We hold one last thought close- We won't bloom next spring.

I had used fall twice but don't worry. I replaced it with Autumn.

re: Life of an Oak  unknown  24 Jan 17 2:22PM Thread Closed

don't post your poems in the forum.
this is not the place for them.

re: Life of an Oak  plath  25 Jan 17 3:56PM Thread Closed

This isn't the spot to post poems.  Post them on the poem space.  If it happens again, it will be suspended.

Plath


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