Sunday, April 10, 2011
Poem: My Oak Tree
Service Berry Tree - Ohio - 1990
My Oak Tree
My oak tree has taken me far and away,
I’ve climbed to the top; I’ve stayed there all day.
On Monday I sat on the highest wide branch,
I rode my fast bronco and checked on my ranch.
On Tuesday I sat in the crow’s nest and cried,
“Ahoy all ye mateys, let’s show off our pride.”
On Wednesday I snaked among the thick leaves;
the Amazon jungle was teeming with thieves.
Thursday brought rain and the winds of high seas;
I lowered the sails and clung by my knees.
On Friday I searched for mines full of gold;
my eyes sought bright treasures to polish and hold.
On Saturday birds were flush in the trees;
I explored the horizon for tropical bees.
Sunday brought rest; I read in a nook,
of pirates and sailors who leapt from my book.