THE OAK

DOWN THE ROAD WHERE I WAS BORN THERE WAS AN OAK SO CLEAN AND TALL

THE WONDEROUS BRANCHES UP SO HIGH, ALMOST REACHED AND TOUCHED THE SKY

IT GREW AND GREW YEAR AFTER YEAR, ALL WENT PAST BUT NOT TOO NEAR.

THE PARK IT CHANGED THE HOUSES TOO THE TREE WENT ON, JUST GREW AND GREW,

PLANS FOR BUILDINGS ALL AROUND STILL IT STOOD THERE SO BIG AND GRAND.

THEN CAME THE WIND THAT CHANGED THE WORLD , IT BLASTED IN AND MADE A SWIRL

DESTROYING ALL WITHIN IT'S PATH, BUT THE GRAND OLD OAK HAD THE LAST LAUGH

THE ELM'S WERE GONE, THE ROSE BUSHES TOO, EVERYTHING DESTROYED EVEN THE ZOO AND THE GRAND OLD OAK YOU MAY ASK?

STOOD STRONGER STILL AND SURVIVED THE BLAST

I'VE MOVED AROUND AND GONE ASTRAY, FAMILIES PAST AND GONE AWAY

I AM WEAKENED BY THE STORM THAT BLEW IN, LED ME AND TOOK ME FAR FROM HOME
ONE DAY, YEARS FROM NOW WHEN MY LIFE IS AT AN END

BLOWN AWAY IN HISTORIES BLEND
I HOPE THAT OAK GOES ON AND ON GROWING STRONG UNTIL WINTERS GONE