My Oak Tree Poem
by Fanny 2004
I'm the big ole roots of the massive Oak Tree,
That have dwindled, shriveled, and are no part of me.
I once stood sturdy and I once stood strong,
As I sang my Happily Ever After Song.
But life brings changes and different paths to walk.
The happy songs just seems to be turning to mundane talk.
So I welcome fall as my colors always shine.
I know myself and know what is mine.
This Oak Tree stands tall and it's branches are firm.
The tree might sway, but it will not squirm.
If acorns fall from this old tree,
It's just a blessing for people to see.
I appreciate the good times as well as the bad.
I'll gladly accept nature's blessings whenever I'm sad.
(I write poetry each summer when leaving the farm in MN. I wrote a couple of them just before we left and thought I'd share one I wrote with everyone for a Happy Fall contribution. Fanny)