Ode to an Oak
I saw the day break
yonder, and I
saught for shade
or maybe shadow cast
under an Oak
somewhere,
to hear life break through
the beaks
of pretty birds
nearby.
I gave way and proceeded
to drift,
dreaming fervently,
far and long,
distant and wide;
through the cedars,
the forest greens, to the
snow-capped mountains,
and along the floorboards
of the home
of my long
lost
love.
Ode to an Oak
I saw the day break
yonder, and I
saught for shade
or maybe shadow cast
under an Oak
somewhere,
to hear life break through
the beaks
of pretty birds
nearby.
I gave way and proceeded
to drift,
dreaming fervently,
far and long,
distant and wide;
through the cedars,
the forest greens, to the
snow-capped mountains,
and along the floorboards
of the home
of my long
lost
love.
Posted 1 year ago Notes
