Old Tall Oak

The old tall oak,

gracefully stood upon the river bank.

Beneath its mighty branches,

an old wooden bench.

The oak tree was glad,

for the lovers,

that came here to sit and dream.

He heard many wonderful stories

and words of love.

Through all of the seasons,

year after year,

all the tender kisses,

holding hands beneath the stars.

The tall old oak,

loved summers the best,

when lovers came often,

to enjoy the day

and dream in the night.

Picnic in his shade,

while love songs played

and the gentle river flowed by.

In the autumn,

his leaves fell into the river,

like colorful sailing boats –

they flowed along.

Then lovers sat closer,

as the north winds began to blow,

sharing sweet kisses –

while autumn leaves danced along with the wind.

To the oak, it was a sad time,

soon he’d spend days alone,

the river would stop chattering

and be frozen in time.

In  the winter,

with branches bare,

coated with sparkling snow,

he longed for the spring.

There were some,

who came to skate upon the river,

hand in hand,

laughing as they slid along.

Came the spring,

new leaves sprouted,

the oak welcomed back,

starry-eyed lovers,

as the river broke the chains of winter

and rippled with the spring breezes.

His heart welcomed this season the most,

as it brought him great joy,

for a while, the lonely days were over

and the river bank was all in clover.

Rasma Raisters

I am a dreamer, a poet and a writer. These are my passions as well as music. My hometown is NYC. I just relocated back to the U.S and am settled in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a dreamer, a poet and a writer. These are my passions as well as music. My hometown is NYC. I just relocated back to the U.S and am settled in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.

12 thoughts on “Old Tall Oak

  • January 16, 2019 at 11:32 PM
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    I love this verse, Rasma. The emotions and character of the majestic oak is so endearing and a joy to read. Well done.

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    • January 17, 2019 at 4:54 PM
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      Thank you, Phyllis. It was inspired by a popular Latvian song about an oak tree.

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  • January 17, 2019 at 2:40 PM
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    Rasma , Very nice , You do realize that the oak tree here holds its leaves even after the others have fallen , but the best part of that is that the rattling leaves keep speaking to us in the wind , I know because I sit beneath them listening intently ………….:-]
    Keep up the great writing !……Ed

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    • January 17, 2019 at 4:55 PM
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      Thank you, Ed. I greatly miss the huge oak tree I had in my garden back in Riga, Latvia. I fondly named him Henry.

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  • January 17, 2019 at 7:24 PM
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    You really captured a wonderful atmosphere here Rasma. You brought the old tall oak tree to life.

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  • January 18, 2019 at 8:23 AM
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    Beautiful words Rasma. We have a growing oak in my front yard. Like Ed said it is the last one with leaves on its branches. It seems to last all season, so stern and unwavering. Nice work

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    • January 18, 2019 at 5:08 PM
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      Thank you, Paul. I really miss the large oak tree I had in my garden in Riga, Latvia.

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  • January 19, 2019 at 9:29 AM
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    That one natural place that will always remind us of our loved ones. Thank you Rasma I hope you are well. Jamie

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    • January 19, 2019 at 4:40 PM
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      You’re welcome. I am fine and blessings to your wonderful family Jamie.

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