A mighty oak tree offers shade <br />to all who choose to rest, freely. <br />It’s far from any forest glade. <br /> Standing alone in majesty. <br /> <br />Travellers who have rested her <br /> have fastened to this mighty tree. <br /> A notice board on which appear <br />examples of their poetry. <br /> <br />Some were written hastily <br />others prepared in advance <br />Some laminated properly <br />which can be read at first glance. <br /> <br />Weather worn, unreadable <br /> the early ones which set the pace <br />although they are illegible <br /> are still left carefully in place. <br /> <br />This is no place for graffiti <br /> but poems written to express <br /> their gratitude towards the tree. <br />A record of their thankfulness <br /> <br />Who built the board? Nobody knows <br /> nor does it matter seemingly. <br /> Mean while this fine selection grows. <br />The oak is now a poemtree. <br /> <br />2-Mar-08<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poemtree/
