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 up and spoke.
How can you still be standing Oak?
The oak tree said, I know that you
Can break each branch of mine in two
Carry every leaf away
Shake my limbs, and make me sway
But I have roots stretched in the earth
Growing stronger since my birth
You’ll never touch them, for you see
They are the deepest part of me
Until today, I wasn’t sure
Of just how much I could endure
But now I’ve found, with thanks to you
I’m stronger than I ever knew
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
you lose a limb or two,
it only makes you stronger, we
could learn so much from you.
Though generations have come and gone
and brought about such change,
quietly you’ve watched them all yet still
remained the same.
I only pray God give to me the strength he’s
to face each day with hope, whether
skies are black or blue,
Life on earth is truly a gift
every moment we must treasure,
it’s the simple things we take for granted
that become our ultimate pleasures.
The Mother Tree
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 was nurtured with love, the essence of what Mothers are all about
After a move to a larger pot to withstand the summer heat
It is now growing in our yard with plenty of room to wiggle its feet
One day its branches will grace our home with shade
Like the wings of angels in a tree that God made
The Elm Tree
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.
Strangely, I enjoy that smell.
My mom strikes a wooden kitchen match and tosses it onto the soaked charcoal.
The instant flare makes us both jump back and turn our faces away.
Soon the aroma of the chicken takes over.
I am pulled to the waiting rope hanging from the tree.
To climb to the top and touch the branch from which it descends.
As I hang there spellbound by the view my mother comes out to tend to the chicken.
With wide eyes and a hint of fear in her voice she commands that I come down.
I know this battle is futile.
I slowly retreat with bowed head and wet eyes.
September 08, 2013
The Mulberry Tree
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 branches.
I feel the dappled warmth of sunlight on my skin.
I inhale deeply, consuming the scent of ripe berries and old wood.
With each breath I distance myself from the uneasiness that had invaded me.
The tree, my tree, is the calmness that I crave.
This tree is magical.
September 8, 2013