The old oak has fallen;
sustainer of life,
genetrix of comfort,
overseer of it's kind.
She grew round with age;
wisdom was contained
within the folds of her growth;
flawed, imperfect
from pounding winds;
handsome in character and integrity.
The late one cannot be reclaimed.
Another, a seedling, will take her place.
The order of life is complete.
Copyright 2008 By- Barbara J. Davis
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A couple of nights ago an especially strong wind came up as I was falling asleep (the best time for inspiration). As I lay there I began to think of the big old tree outside my window and what if it should fall on the house? I had also been thinking of where I am in life with children (I have six) leaving home and having families of their own. I sit up, took my notebook off of the nightstand and began to write. This poem is about the woman, like myself, who is coming into the winter of her life.
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