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.
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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.
Thank you, Phyllis. It was inspired by a popular Latvian song about an oak tree.
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
Thank you, Ed. I greatly miss the huge oak tree I had in my garden back in Riga, Latvia. I fondly named him Henry.
You really captured a wonderful atmosphere here Rasma. You brought the old tall oak tree to life.
Thank you, John
Nicely rendered Rasma, and really enjoyed. Cheers!
Thank you, Tony
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
Thank you, Paul. I really miss the large oak tree I had in my garden in Riga, Latvia.
That one natural place that will always remind us of our loved ones. Thank you Rasma I hope you are well. Jamie
You’re welcome. I am fine and blessings to your wonderful family Jamie.