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AN OLD OAK TREE




YOUR PHOTO IS BEAUTIFUL
I HEARD LADYBUGS ARE GOOD
FOR THE TREES .
MAYBE YOU CAN NURSE IT BACK
WHERE THERE ARE THE LEAVES.
LIKE ME NEXT YR 70 I WILL BE
AT LEAST YOU GAVE IT YOUR TEARS




POEATREEMAN
I STILL HAVE MY HAIR AT LEAST IT'S STILL THERE(:
IT MAY BE GRAY AND OLD YOU KNOW
YET I STILL HAVE THE BARK ON THE TREE(:
IT MAY BE PEELED AND WORN A BIT
YET IT IS STILL HOLDING ON TO ME


DEDICATED TO EH &FAMILY
THE OLD OAK TREE
FOR THEY'VE GROWN
WITH GRACE


POEATREEMAN
EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
6/12/2012
COPYRIGHT@2012






AN OLD OAK TREE


You are
a Young
Flower

I am
An
Old
Oak
Tree


You are
Blossoming

While
I am
Withering
Away


I had my
Spring

When
I Blossomed
too


Yet
my Branches
are
not as New


My Roots
are Firm

Though
the Soil
is Loose


I will Fall Soon
be
at your feet


So Remember
when
I Stood


I
Tried
to be Straight


Perfect
I Was Not

For the Soil
was
not Great


I had my Falls
Limbs
were
Broken too


Yet
I Held Up

When Others
thought
I Would not


The Ground
is Opened

I must
Return to all


Shed no Tears
For
the Leaves
have
Finally Fallen.


Dedicated to Naomi Stansfield
A Soft Soul

A Poeatreeman

When I was
Young

I Tried
to be Straight


I Grew as Life
Would
have me Stand


Yet
I Stood Up

gave it a Hand

I Thank God
For
Letting me Sow
I had the Seasons
To Change and Grow.

A Poet’s Note


FORTITUDEDo Not Say
Timber Yet

I Am Not
Ready To Fall


Do Not
Cut Me Down

For
I Stand Tall


If
You Want To Grow

Cut
No One Down


Then
You Will Stand Tall.



Edgar Allan Prieto
8/13/2000
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

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  1. AN OLD OAK TREE

    You are
    a Young
    Flower
    I am
    An
    Old
    Oak
    Tree

    You are
    Blossoming
    While
    I am
    Withering
    Away

    I had my
    Spring
    When
    I Blossomed
    too

    Yet
    my Branches
    are
    not as New

    My Roots
    are Firm
    Though
    the Soil
    is Loose

    I will Fall Soon
    be
    at your feet

    So Remember
    when
    I Stood

    I
    Tried
    to be Straight

    Perfect
    I Was Not
    For the Soil
    was
    not Great

    I had my Falls
    Limbs
    were
    Broken too

    Yet
    I Held Up
    When Others
    thought
    I Would not

    The Ground
    is Opened
    I must
    Return to all

    Shed no Tears
    For
    the Leaves
    have
    Finally Fallen.

    Dedicated to Naomi Stansfield
    A Soft Soul

    A Poeatreeman

    When I was
    Young
    I Tried
    to be Straight

    I Grew as Life
    Would
    have me Stand

    Yet
    I Stood Up
    gave it a Hand

    I Thank God
    For
    Letting me Sow

    I had the Seasons
    To Change and Grow.

    A Poet’s Note

    FORTITUDE

    Do Not Say
    Timber Yet
    I Am Not
    Ready To Fall

    Do Not
    Cut Me Down
    For
    I Stand Tall

    If
    You Want To Grow
    Cut
    No One Down

    Then
    You Will Stand Tall.


    Edgar Allan Prieto
    8/13/2000
    Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto

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