There it stood the mighty oak tree
a land mark for all to see
tall and sturdy a familiar attraction
creating human interaction
magisterial presence on the roadside
could not be denied.
Even with the immensity of progress
it’s radiance many did bless
no longer alone in vast open fields
of huge harvest yields
now a town replaced the open space
man growth gathered pace!
The mighty oak last link of an ancient past
natures demise the shadow cast
how long before the tree became a liability
to man’s growing instability
and even that tiny piece of land they require
and the oak no more to admire!
The Foureyed Poet.