Old Oak Tree

For Zanymuse " resident poet "
My first try!

Old Oak Tree

On a grassy knoll stands an old oak tree
Through firm in the ground it feels like it's free
It's feet in the sod, it's arms in the sky
With a coat of green and a skin rough and dry
It stands not alone in it's own little park

Cows gently graze on the grassy knoll
and call it their home but their not alone
They visit the tree when the sun is high
and when the wind blows the rain from the sky

The birds visit it for a much needed rest
and raise their brood in a very crude nest
The squirrels play upon the limbs
and pull the acorns at their best
Hiding some and eating the rest

One small acorn falls to the ground
It sprouts a small twig..this is greenwood