The Oak Tree

It seems to me that I was more introspective in my youth than I am today. Here is an offering from 1965. I believe I was a high school junior then. Boy, have the years gone by in a hurry.

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The Oak Tree

©1965 Allen E. Rizzi

The oak tree grew in the garden

And was planted the very day,

When the wind was cold and the sky was bold

And I glimpsed my sun’s first ray.

It stood overlooking the hills,

Its bark became blackened and worn.

Its trunk and branches were gnarled;

Like my life, it too had been torn.

For the split that extended its length

Remained as a reminder to all

That life would bend with its branches

Until the tree came to fall.

But at last, it lies on the hillside,

Upturned where a garden once grew.

And gone with its days, lost in life’s maze

Are the sorrows and fears I once knew.

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