Ancient Oak

  

Looking out the window

From a cluttered second floor office

His eye caught an ancient oak

With great spreading limbs

Down on the town square.

He closed his eyes briefly

And took a deep breath.

“Hey Mamma! Look at me!” the boy shouted.

“Look at you? Look at you where?”

“Way up here,” he shook the branch of the live oak tree

Where he sat perched on a limb

Feeling on top of the world.

Today

He is not on top of the world

As he ponders the task ahead,

But the tree calls from the courtyard

Down on the town square

With hope in its branches.

                        ~ CK

Photo by Teo Caramel (Getty Images)

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*For notes on The Greater Romantic Lyric, see yesterday's post.

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