The Old Oak Tree

Tired I am, Tired I may be
But there's many more years, I hope to see
So talk to me when you walk by me,
I don't want to be an old forgotten tree.

I hear your voice and see your love,
When you put the seed there, for the friendly dove.
The birds are safe among my limb,
They build their homes in leaves within.

I have a reason to live on you see.
There's a reason why God created me.
I'm here for you to keep you cool,
In the hottest days above your pool.

I care for you, I love you too.
So keep us safe there are so few.
We want to live, we want to be,
Because thats why God created me.

poem-Copyright 2009-Lynn Petre Swift

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