Mighty oak of the meadow

Mighty oak of the meadow, may I sit beneath your leaves of green? Press my back against your twisted bark, and take a rest from the midday heat? Mighty oak of the meadow, for I am just a traveler passing through. If this grand oak could tell a tale, I bet it would have many to share. About this meadow,and other travelers who passed through as well. Over a 150yr worth of tales stowed away within wanting to be told. Wise old oak how I wish I could listen to you speak these tales. But you keep them as if they were told to you in secret. So now I must be traveling on. For I shall too become another hidden tale of the mighty oak of the meadow.

– Jamie Whorton©