'Mighty Oak' is the ace of trees
Afloat for nine hundred years.
Wonderful gift, nature's keepsake.
A jewel of English Peers.

Sturdy and deciduous,
Foliage falling when summer's gone;
As the leaves turn golden yellow
And delicate as shiffon.

Acorn is the fruit ~ take heed!
'Moist planting' is the secret creed,
'Indigo' tree blossoms forth
Sheltering the Lady and her horse.

Impetuous action, never never!
The Oak's allure is a slow endeavour.
Fragment by fragment, growing slowly
Oak trees are so very Holy.

Wood from the oak is sublime
Always straight-grained and fine
So cast your eye up to the sky
And thank The One reigning on high.

Joyce Hemsley

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