A mighty oak tree offers shade
to all who choose to rest, freely.
It’s far from any forest glade.
Standing alone in majesty.
Travellers who have rested her
have fastened to this mighty tree.
A notice board on which appear
examples of their poetry.
Some were written hastily
others prepared in advance
Some laminated properly
which can be read at first glance.
Weather worn, unreadable
the early ones which set the pace
although they are illegible
are still left carefully in place.
This is no place for graffiti
but poems written to express
their gratitude towards the tree.
A record of their thankfulness
Who built the board? Nobody knows
nor does it matter seemingly.
Mean while this fine selection grows.
The oak is now a poemtree.
2-Mar-08
ivor or ivor.e hogg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poemtree/
