Final Year

Once you so proudly stood

Branches reaching high

One hundred years of growing Good

‘What I have witnessed” you sigh

Bronze leaves would adorn you well

Through winters sunless days

And green the leaves in summers spell

As limbs spread every way

Strong you grew and mighty then

As decades rolled away

Withstanding every stormy wind

In every bend and sway

The world would change, and change again

But resolute you’d stand

Solid, dependable in thick or then

So noble and so grand

Now, time for you my old Oak friend

Has emptied in the glass

You give a mighty sigh and thin

Return to the soil at last.



K L Dennie March 2012