Tuesday, April 06, 2021

The Old Oak Tree

 Upon that old oak tree where the songbirds sing

Wherein my childhood laid I upon it's flatten branch 

To gaze upon the blurring horizon beyond my reach

Dreamt I a world sweeter than the songbirds' songs


Upon that old oak tree where the songbird nest

Wherein I dreamt away the grim childhood of my reality

For a moment of peace undiluted by the cares of the world

Dreamt I while tearing the fresh saplings off the old oak tree


Upon that old oak tree where the songbird hatch

Lay I as the hatchling fed as I have never been

Pass I all the cares of this world as life leave me to hatch

Dreamt I of life as my rotting flesh feed the old oak tree


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