image sourceOld scenes of yesterday,
what nostalgic memories
they evoke,
as i wander along
a tree lined path,
and stand, at last,
beneath our trusting oak.
I fondly trace the initials,
lovingly carved
into the gnarled,
weather seamed old trunk.
I fondly remember
when you and i
carved them there
with gentle hearts.
I still feel the glorious
love we each held for
one another then,
that throughout all
this time has endured,
like the moss lovingly
clinging to its bark,
like your arms
used to cling to me.
My heart to you throughout
the years has clung,
like a glorious echo,
when you and i were young.
This old tree trunk gives
out such rugged strength,
from the mossy roots,
to the sun kissed crest.
But gently now,
are the arms of wood,
where the birds
so lovingly nest.
Time has left no chart
to mark its days,
the fleeting years have sped.
Our trusting oak's
kingdom is the ages,
staunch and true as
the everlasting mountains,
and the never ending sky.
Each season pays
its special homage,
they give it their all,
but it does not compare
to our ageless,
trusting oak.
It is God's peace
on earth for us to bear.
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Very touching. I spent the whole week older relatives and enjoyed memories and appreciate this. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteHow appropriate that this poem was posted on my birthday. Reminding us that there is permanence even in the passing of time.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. Such a gift you have. I know, "Roses Are Red" and that's about it for me.
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