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Array ( [sid] => 71319 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Oak Tree [time] => 2004-11-13 08:57:46 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Old Oak Tree
~~~~
When I was young
There was this old oak tree
In our front yard
Big as could be
Its limbs seemed to reach
Up to the sky
During Hide-go-seek
It’s where I would hide

But over the years
It seemed to lean too far
Towards the house
And towards dad’s car
Then one-day dad said
It had to go
All it would take
Is one good blow

He looked at mom
And said it all could be gone
It could take the house
The car, the barn
So they made a plan
To cut it down
This old oak tree
In this tired old town

I remember the day
It’s fresh in my mind
The last day on that tree
I would ever climb
When daddy cut it down
I never thought he would
How important it was to me
I thought he understood

I watched as it laid
On the ground
In thousands of pieces
It could be found
A little heart
As small as mine
Was caught up in
This sad time

Days when by
And maybe a few years
Time seemed to dry
All my tears
But to this day
I still miss that tree
And all the memories
That use to be

Now on that spot
Twenty years later
Stands a new oak tree
The Lord did favor
It grew up big
Bold and true
Just like the old oak tree
I once knew
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The Oak Tree

Contributed by Jeff_Scott_Morehead on Saturday, 13th November 2004 @ 08:57:46 AM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



Old Oak Tree
~~~~
When I was young
There was this old oak tree
In our front yard
Big as could be
Its limbs seemed to reach
Up to the sky
During Hide-go-seek
It’s where I would hide

But over the years
It seemed to lean too far
Towards the house
And towards dad’s car
Then one-day dad said
It had to go
All it would take
Is one good blow

He looked at mom
And said it all could be gone
It could take the house
The car, the barn
So they made a plan
To cut it down
This old oak tree
In this tired old town

I remember the day
It’s fresh in my mind
The last day on that tree
I would ever climb
When daddy cut it down
I never thought he would
How important it was to me
I thought he understood

I watched as it laid
On the ground
In thousands of pieces
It could be found
A little heart
As small as mine
Was caught up in
This sad time

Days when by
And maybe a few years
Time seemed to dry
All my tears
But to this day
I still miss that tree
And all the memories
That use to be

Now on that spot
Twenty years later
Stands a new oak tree
The Lord did favor
It grew up big
Bold and true
Just like the old oak tree
I once knew




Copyright © Jeff_Scott_Morehead ... [ 2004-11-13 08:57:46]
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Re: The Oak Tree (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Saturday, 13th November 2004 @ 09:33:53 AM AEST
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oh jeff, great write! when i was a kid i used to hang upside down for hours everyday from an enormous willow tree, when my grandfather, who i lived with, cut it down i cried and cried, he said something was wrong with it but to me it was as beautiful as ever, that spot for me will never be the same, i wonder do all poets have a tree a*poetree*, i always thought so, now on this property i bought and now live on, we have the biggest oak tree i ever saw, and i will never let anyone cut it down:) hugs n' love nessa

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Re: The Oak Tree (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Saturday, 13th November 2004 @ 12:55:28 PM AEST
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Oh Jeff..this is an awesome write... Brought back great memories for me also.....
Please give Christian a hug and kiss for me..
Jenni




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