Poetry

Farmer Webster’s Oak Tree

OAK TREE - WALKING IN MIST - CREATIVE COMMONS LICENSE -- FREE
The giant oak had reigned supreme o’er farmer Webster’s woods.
But there’d been talk of late that ‘neath those woods lay soil quite good.

And then one day bulldozers came and men with churning saws,
The wood did spew; trees fell – not few – into bulldozers’ jaws.

The giant oak shook to his roots; his life he held quite dear.
And closer as the enemy came, he trembled hard with fear.

To be cut down and sawed into – the thoughts he could not bear.
And oh the shame of being transformed into some wimpy chair.

But when a dozer plowed his way and scoured to left and right,
It passed him by and left him there, his roots still clinging tight.

Soon all around had been laid bare: a sorry sight to see,
But then one morn, before the sun, came planters bearing seed.

And week to week, with gentle rain and warmest, friendly sun,
The seeds did sprout and then did bear their harvest one by one.

Now mighty oak stands solitary sentry o’er that field,
And season after season hungry folks receive its yield.

And farmer Webster often stops to rest beneath Oak’s shade,
And blesses God for giving land and food for which he’d prayed.

~~~

If some of you think this poem sounds familiar, you are correct. I did post it in the past as part of a NaPoWriMo challenge. But I sat reading it today and just fell in love with it again, so I decided to post it once more for all the visitors who didn’t get to read it the first time.

Photo: “Oak Tree – Walking in Mist” – Creative Commons License — Free.

`

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “Farmer Webster’s Oak Tree”

Hey, don't you dare go away without leaving me a note!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s