My Oak Tree Diary

By: Fee

There’s an oak tree in my back yard

Kind of bent and twisted from the cold

Lost a lot of branches over the years

I guess that happens when you’re old

There’s a rope hanging from a branch

Where a tire once used to swing

A rusty hook halfway up the trunk

Where a wind chime used to sing

Hammock ropes rings around it

Rope burned the bark and stripped it bare

And I can still see faint initials carved

When young love once lived here

A tree house is in the upper braches

Where young pirates looked to sea

It had a magic window to wherever

At least that’s how it seemed to be

There’s picnic table of faded gray wood

Stained with all the colors of Kool Aid

The oak leafs built a cushioned floor

Where the little ones always played

A clothes line pully rattles in the wind

From when breezes once dried clothes

A GI Joe doll hangs from a parachute

How long it’s been there no one knows

Yes there’s an oak tree in my back yard

A sort of living history of time

I like to think God made it just for me

So I could keep good track of mine…