My Old Oak Tree Poem by Shirley Harrison

My Old Oak Tree

Above all the stars that glitter like diamonds in the sky
under the great crescent moon
the aged wrinkling ripples of the bark
paused in time slowly aging with memories entwined
secrets so vintage
yet kept in order with up most of respect
This old oak tree may have had his day but will always remain
In the heart of me.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
For my beloved Father.
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