Hello Ladies.
May I be so bold as to offer one of my recent poems?
It's a bit lengthy, but please be patient with an "old Fella"
Ta muchly!
FROM ACORN to MIGHTY OAK
From an acorn to mighty oak is a whole journey in life.
With measure to treasure, or regret o’er strife!
A seedling is raising its young leafs to the sun,
This surely is the way all life is begun?
A baby is born, as a seedling in style.
It grows, and in time a sapling has come.
Harsh winters, dry spells, stormy winds it prevails.
As saplings, they bend in life’s storms and fierce gales!
The weaker ones by natural process are thinned .
From sapling to tree, another step begins.
Our child has now gained knowledge, and skills,
As young trees, they come with cover to share
Able to help others, their troubles to bear.
In years to come large trees we now see,
Loosing new acorns for prosperity.
As age gently beckons, our oak is full grown,
Harbouring insects and birds, all make it their home,
Our young are full grown now, with lives of their own,
And “acorns” to succour, their future unknown.
Sturdy ships were made of oak in the past,
A very hard wood, ships built to last!
These we relied on when threatened by war,
They were wind driven by sail or rowed with the oar.
When nations clashed, they sailed with pride,
And fought great sea battles, side by side.
With colours flying high, they did not hide!
Many men wounded, many men died.
Our ancient oak trees should have our respect,
But, as in life, there is sometimes thoughtless neglect!
This is the story of our life as an OAK,
Some folk there are who will think this a joke!
But our life could be compared to the oak.
We are part of nature, as you will agree,
Read this with new knowledge,
The message you’ll see!
gramps©1/5/2012