I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree...--Joyce Kilmer
We've got acorns all over the grounds here on the west-side of Jacksonville, Florida. Squirrel heaven. I constantly have to weed the oak saplings growing where they shouldn't.
In spite of their messiness, oaks make great shade trees and are often mentioned in British literature.
THE SONG OF THE ACORN FAIRY
To English folk the mighty oak
Is England's noblest tree;
Its hard-grained wood is strong and good
As English hearts can be.
And would you know how oak-trees grow,
The secret may be told:
You do but need to plant for seed
One acorn in the mould;
For even so, long years ago,
Were born the oaks of old. -- Cicely M. Barker
The Oak Tree
A mighty wind blew night and day
It stole the oak tree's leaves away
Then snapped its boughs and pulled its bark
Until the oak was tired and stark
But still the oak tree held its ground
While other trees fell all around
The weary wind gave up and spoke.
How can you still be standing Oak?
The oak tree said, I know that you
Can break each branch of mine in two
Carry every leaf away
Shake my limbs, and make me sway
But I have roots stretched in the earth
Growing stronger since my birth
You'll never touch them, for you see
They are the deepest part of me
Until today, I wasn't sure
Of just how much I could endure
But now I've found, with thanks to you
I'm stronger than I ever knew --Johnny Ray Ryder, Jr.
Unfortunately there is no sound to this lovely song. Alas I wish I could hear it.
vmarie
May 9, 2016
Cicely Barker never composed music. All of her little nature poems begin with "The Song of...."
If I were to set a tune to The Song of the Acorn Fairy, I can hear a kind of Irish jig working well with the rhythm of the words.
Have a great day!
Rozina1010
May 10, 2016
Thanks, I like Irish jigs they have such bounce to them.
fiestyolelady
May 24, 2016
Such beautiful poems I had not heard. thanks so much. I was in the middle between two tornados & lost a lot of treesWhen I was a kid, climbing trees was one great joy.
vmarie
May 29, 2016
I loved climbing trees, too, as a child, fiestyolelady! Apple trees were my favorite to climb; their limbs seemed to be spaced "just right."
fiestyolelady
Apr 19, 2018
Thank you for this beautiful poem. It sure is true. With God word in my heart I draw His strength all the time & am amazed
Lovely puzzlers, I need your prayers. Our son is in the hospital ICU in 'critical but stable' condition from a terrible infection that spread from his lower jaw down to his neck and around his heart. Gotta run now to get some chores done to get ready to go back to the hospital. Thanks all. Much love to you.
I hope your son gets well soon and that the hospital is able to fight that infection.
nlbuchanan
Apr 30, 2016
Prayer said. May God heal your son and give comfort to you and others who love him and wait for healing to take place.
justine72
Apr 30, 2016
Prayers said for you and your son. May God comfort and protect your son. Hugs
trynfindit
May 2, 2016
Jamie, nlb and justine, thank you SO very much for your prayers. Our son had a rough night last night but is doing better today. We continue to pray for his complete recovery. Thank you again.
carolsapple
Feb 3, 2018
My hubby used to climb fruit trees as a child. He'd get yelled by the neighbor. I don't blame the neighbor. Hope your son has recovered from his infection.
trynfindit
Feb 4, 2018
Thanks carol. Our son has recovered from his infection, thank God! He still has some residual internal pain from the surgeries and muscle spasms, some quite strong, in his neck and back (where they had the drains in his back draining the infection and fluid from around his heart). God heard the prayers of so many who were praying for Lane (our son). Praise God and the lovely people who offered prayers.
I really enjoy seeing a large sprawling oak tree - the kind we used to climb as children. There were many of them in the area of NoCal where I grew up.
We've got acorns all over the grounds here on the west-side of Jacksonville, Florida. Squirrel heaven. I constantly have to weed the oak saplings growing where they shouldn't.
In spite of their messiness, oaks make great shade trees and are often mentioned in British literature.
THE SONG OF THE ACORN FAIRY
To English folk the mighty oak
Is England's noblest tree;
Its hard-grained wood is strong and good
As English hearts can be.
And would you know how oak-trees grow,
The secret may be told:
You do but need to plant for seed
One acorn in the mould;
For even so, long years ago,
Were born the oaks of old. -- Cicely M. Barker
The Oak Tree
A mighty wind blew night and day
It stole the oak tree's leaves away
Then snapped its boughs and pulled its bark
Until the oak was tired and stark
But still the oak tree held its ground
While other trees fell all around
The weary wind gave up and spoke.
How can you still be standing Oak?
The oak tree said, I know that you
Can break each branch of mine in two
Carry every leaf away
Shake my limbs, and make me sway
But I have roots stretched in the earth
Growing stronger since my birth
You'll never touch them, for you see
They are the deepest part of me
Until today, I wasn't sure
Of just how much I could endure
But now I've found, with thanks to you
I'm stronger than I ever knew --Johnny Ray Ryder, Jr.
If I were to set a tune to The Song of the Acorn Fairy, I can hear a kind of Irish jig working well with the rhythm of the words.
Have a great day!
God bless you all today and every day.