-a Knarled Oak Tree- Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

-A KNARLED OAK TREE-

The beauty of a knarled Oak tree
Sculpted wood and bark to see.
Twisted with the weight of time
Tested beauty, so sublime.

Green leaf floating in the wind
Fantasies to my mind send,
So tall and stately do you stand
Sculpted gently by God's hand.

Squirrels play high among your branches
Jumping 'round through all the trenches
Scurrying now to hide their larder
Saved for times when huntings harder.

Birds a twitter, perched up high,
Floating across the darkening sky,
Or resting as the day does end
All their songs to me do lend.

As the close of day does come
Knarled branches against the setting sun
For stands the stately old Oak Tree
Standing there.... in harmony.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 8-9-06