Two Oak Trees

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Two Oak Trees

I
BENEATH THE SMALL OAK TREE IS ALMOST QUIET, IF YOU COULD BLOCK OUT THE SOUND OF THE CARS AND TRAINS.
BENEATH THE LARGE OAK TREE IS CLOSE TO BEING THE PLACE TO BE
WHEN YOU UP YOU CAN RAISE TO FULL HEIGHT.
BENEATH THE TWO OAK TREES IS MOST OF MY EVENING TIME SPENT, A LITTLE MUSIC MAKES THE TRANQUIL

II
BENEATH THE SMALL OAK TREE I PEEK INTO A NEST, TWO EGGS BLUE WITH BROWN SPECKS.
BENEATH THE LARGE OAK TREE I WATCH THE SQUIRRELS PLAY TAG, THEY WILL NOT TAKE FOOD FROM MY HAND, HOWEVER THEY WILL VISIT IF I FALL ASLEEP.
BENEATH THESE TWO OAK TREES I CLOSE TO BEING AT HOME, EXCEPT THERE'S NO TV, OR COUCH AND THE FRIG IS OUT OF REACH.

III
BENEATH THE SMALL OAK TREE I FIND MYSELF MEASURING ITS SIZE,
WHY I DO NOT KNOW BECAUSE I WILL NOT BE HERE WHEN IT CATCHES THE LARGE ONE.
BENEATH THE LARGE OAK TREE THE FAMILY QUICKLY GATHERS, WITH FULL LAUGTHER AND LOVE.
BENEATH THE SMALL OAK TREE WE PLACE THE CHIDREN, FOR IT IS BEST TO DO SO TO PRESERVE THEIR INNOCENTS.

IV
BENEATH THE LARGE OAK TREE THERE ARE TABLES AND CHAIRS TO BE REMOVED WHEN ITS TIME FOR THE MOVER PASS.
BENEATH THE SMALL OAK TREE THE EGGS HAVE HATCHED, OL' MOTHER BIRD WONT LET ME SIT LONG.
BENEATH THE LARGE OAK TREE I SEE THE ATTEMPTS AT FLIGHT, AT FIRST THEY COME STRAIGHT TO THE GROUND.

V
BENEATH THE SMALL OAK TREE I RUSHED IN FROM THE STORM THAT LEFT HALF OF THE LARGE ONE STANDING.
BENEATH THE ONE SIDED LARGE OAK TREE I WITH SAW IN HAND CUT AND CHOPPED UP THE FALLEN LIMBS FOR FIREWOOD.
BENEATH THE SMALL OAK TREE I WISHED I HAD A FIRE PLACE.

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ayyan commented on Two Oak Trees

09-25-2010

A very good poem, as the poet has enjoyed by his writing. I like his ways of writing.The last line"Beneath the small oak tree I wished I had a fire place" punched me. Best poem - AYYAN-

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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