THE LIVE OAK TREE

The live oak tree offered me its shade.
The live oak tree offered me its shade.
The live oak tree offered me its shade
and beneath it I stood
I saw the day’s parade.

 

There were the clouds
making all kinds of animal shapes –
There were other oaks surrounding me
swaying and whispering
holding birds that broke into a song –

 

There was the fluttering flag of the USA
on a flagpole poking through some brush –

 

There were flowers near the edge of a walk —

 

and the swimming pool reflecting in its tiny waves
the sun whose rays got lost in the live oak tree
that shadowed me with comfort.

 

Yes, the live oak tree offered me its shade –
offered me its shade
and I gladly stood beneath it
and watched a portion of another day go by.

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