I look back and think of that good oak tree, <br />and remember he stood strong as he’d hold me. <br />I was anything in that tree; all I’d do was pretend. <br />Clear into the night, ‘til I made my descend. <br /> <br />Just me and that tree, those were the days. <br />When we’d kick back, relax and soak up the sun’s rays. <br />Me and him, we protected each other. <br />He blocked the rain, I stopped the carve of my brother. <br /> <br /> <br />I had times I was sad and couldn’t have a good time. <br />That tree said cheer up, all it take’s is one climb. <br />If I was mad, he gave me acorns to throw, <br />and I’d hit people with ‘em, ones I do or don’t know. <br /> <br />The years did pass slow and close we did grow. <br />We had some great times I wish never did go. <br />Like everything else, it could not last forever. <br />But it ended so badly, with his trunk they did sever. <br /> <br />I’d like to still be next to the tree in my yard, <br />To bad my dad chopped him up and left his branches all charred. <br />He dropped a seed as he fell and for that I am happy. <br />Someone else can now climb if its limbs are not sappy.<br /><br />Josh Brabender<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-that-oak-tree/
