The Oak Tree by Johnny Ray Ryder Jr A mighty wind blew night and day It stole the oak tree’s leaves away Then snapped its boughs and pulled its bark Until the oak was tired and stark But still the oak tree held its ground While other trees fell all around The weary wind gave
Mighty Oak By Kathy J Parenteau Stand tall oh mighty oak, for all the world to see, your strength and undying beauty forever amazes me. Though storm clouds hover above you, your branches span the sky, in search of the radiant sunlight you count on to survive. When the winds are high and restless and
The Mother Tree Shelley Ayres It arrived in the mail, a remembrance, you see That was soon to be called “The Mother Tree” My mother died in March, his, the previous November The acorn sprouted on Mother’s Day, a perfect way to remember A little pot was in order to plant the little sprout It
The Elm Tree Shelley Ayres The elm tree is a sentinel in our back yard. It provides welcomed shade on summer days like this one. A long rope hangs from a branch that seems to be as high as the sky itself. I place the charcoal in the grill and squirt on the lighter fuel.
The Mulberry Tree Shelley Ayres I climb the crooked slats nailed to the trunk of our gnarly old mulberry tree. My safe haven waits patiently for my return. I reach the plank floor of the tree house and swiftly lie on my back. I exhale a smile at the leaves waving at me from their
The Tree House Shelley Ayres In need of adventure I climb to my tree house. Eyes closed the swaying tree house becomes a pirate’s ship. I ride the rise and fall of waves at sea. The creaking ship’s deck and the dancing branches are not branches at all. They are drunken sailors singing “Yo-ho-ho and