The mighty Oak has lost its massive look! <br />The mother-trunk is old and dying fast; <br />Some aerial-roots in ground anew did hook; <br />Their smaller trunks appear just like a mast! <br /> <br />The hill I knew is just a mound right now: <br />It’s razed to almost level ground for sheep: <br />Its beauty gone, children cannot say, ‘Wow! ’ <br />No meadows, trees now dot its sides, less steep. <br /> <br />Familiar things have vanished like a dream; <br />The landscape looks different but deceptive; <br />No more, I see the tamarind and neem; <br />More neighbors are strangers, less receptive! <br /> <br />Old lovely smiling faces can’t be seen: <br />Remaining few relatives looking mean! <br /> <br />Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-9-2008<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mighty-oak/
