The Old Twisted Oak

Great Standing Ancient Oak
Branches span afar
Reaching to protect
Shelter me from the rains
Shading from the sun
Your canopy protects others
Your Stoicism of my pain
The grim twisted branches
Why do you fall to me?
Why do your branches strike?
You Die with your Secrets still locked.

Ian V. Seymour ©2006

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