The Oak Tree
The old oak tree stands tall. In the face of adversity as in the face of calm; all situations met as one.
Strive to be like it.
Your strength like unto a stilled breeze. Something everyone recognizes…even as they don’t know why they do; your kindness unshakable.
Though it is, so too should be your roots, planted firmly; you sway not like the willow in the breeze
but hold strong
to everything that you are.
A man or child grabs hold of one of your branches
they both go away with the same sense… you will not be moved.
And they wish to be like you.
You are a haven for the sparrow, with his sweet song. Whom like you, is a survivor...Although the eye, can discern not
a difference between song and struggle.
It’s no wonder he makes his home with you.
You’ve seen the past and the present, the future awaits you; so much have you witnessed and heard. Yet through time, you held your peace; the decades bearing witnes
Soul SearchingThis is another old one, written back in 1977. Yes, I was just a mere babe.
Anyway...I shall dedicate this to Virna :iconvirnagray: , as she most recently wrote and submitted a poem which reminded me of this one. So this is for you, Virna.
I have a destination in life
to try and reach a goal;
which requires the deepest use of mind
and searching of the soul.
A hope....to try and find myself
the real me that lurks within.
To have that understanding
brought out into the open.
For I just
couldn't make it through life
without knowing first
who I am.
Such would be like expecting a flower
to grow, without a stem.
Like playing against your self
then suddenly, going blind.
For though you
are the only participant
you your self
are the hardest to find.