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