Black Poetry : an old oak tree

baller

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It’s been too long since I’ve gotten into nature.

An Old Oak Tree

Beneath an old oak tree

Where nature plays her little games
Of “Catch as Catch can”
With “Put’n’Tang”
And all the little animals joined in the fray
Dilly-dallying along the way

There were dozens of them…surrounding him
Squirrels aflying from limb to limb

There was Sy’enna the songstress
The grasshopper phenom
And Iota the frog prince
Sitting atop his log kingdom

I’ve seen him

My senses were assuaged by
The honey-suckled sweetness
Of so many fragrances
…And sounds

All around…
Were scores of activities

(And) Lush greenery

Birds and bees
Pollinating plants
And serenading trees
As leaves flutter in the breeze

I listened

I listened to the melody nature sang
Of yesterday’s stories…and long-ago rains
Just to entertain
ME

It was a raucous groove
That made the sun turn
...The moon move

Have you heard this tune?

This beat of nature’s footsteps
Made my heart leap
And I wept to the melody of
Humming birds
And bumblebees

As a gentle breeze swam my way

It whispered through the trees
Causing thousands of leaves to dance
Each branch…swaying
To the weight of Breathless Wonders
And Everyday Beauty

Got me
Longing
For
The
Serenity
Of
That
Old
Oak
Tree

Yesss…
The
River
Screamed
Background harmonies
For this rhapsody
Crying froth
And spraying the tears of its joy
Along the banks of its shores

They littered the hollow with
Melodic tunes
Of natural blues

And I listened

I listened as the sun turned
And the moon moved
While mankind
Abused
Mother earth
With his nonchalant attitude

Still…seedlings spring to life
And animals endure the strife
Of that same
Mankind

I listened

I listened as good out dueled bad
And the “Sad of Heart”
Did a two-step to
Its whispered tunes

I wasn’t immune to its (gravity)

That oak tree was cool

It shaded light
(And) stood guard over life

It was a lazy day

Awash
In the contentment
Of an innocent heart

Daylight marched by

(And) Nightfall settled in

As Darkness came to be
A chill encompassed me

Yet, that old oak tree stood its ground

For scores of years
It has wavered…to and fro
Its branches, like a comfortable hoody
Hangs heavy. Swings low.
Protecting cool breezes
That unexpectedly happened by
Escaping the harshness of an afternoon sun
With a whispered sigh

Layer after layer of his crusted shell
Told the tale of his many…and varied betrayals
By wind and air…and nature’s elements
Had all his many naysayers spent

For day after day would come and go
Only to see that oak tree waving once mo’
 
:fantastic:

Oh, now this piece was the epitome of IMAGERY!

I WAS THERE!


You took me back to childhood memories....rubbing buttercups under my chin, blowing dandelions in the breeze, chewing on Sour Weed...all under the protection of a big, mighty tree, whether Oak or not.

'Made me think of Stevie's "I Wish Those Days Could Come Back Once More...."
 

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