The Oak Tree
His skin is rough, knobbly and hard,
Covered in notches, limbs grow akimbo,
No lovely face to charm the bard,
Yet a poem grows, though seems born in limbo.
His beauty is strength, a long mighty stand,
To outlive all mortals, he’s weathered it all,
Guarding, and gracing, this beautiful land,
Looking majestic, stout trunk, and so tall.
Tempests may blow but he’s firmly dug in,
With roots like biceps, such strength on display,
Magnificent, noble, he seems always to win,
Though others may fall and have feet of clay.
Impoverished we’d be without his persona,
As we gaze on strong limbs, and a green leafy face,
But though we may look with a mystical wonder,
Our own life is fleeting to greet time and space.
Born on Feb. 27, 1940 in Barkingside, Essex, England, Yvonne Sparkes, immigrated to New York in April, 1948 with her parents. She now resides in Chelmsford, Essex and has two sons. She has a book published by Cyberwit called Captured Images. A writer for many years, Yvonne has been published in Israel, Germany, France, Australia, America, and Britain. She has read her poetry in public at Church and Knockout Competitions. Her hobbies are travel, the arts, reading, hiking, taking her Scottish Terrier for walks, and spending time with family and friends.