Reub's journey

02 December 2009

The Oak


The Oak
Alfred Tennyson

Live thy life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold;

Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed,
Soberer-hued
Gold again.
All his leaves
Fallen at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough,
Naked strength.


Posted by Kerry at 9:00 PM
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2 comments:

  1. Bagman and ButlerDecember 3, 2009 at 2:44 AM

    I love the foggy shot...I can almost feel the mist on my skin.

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  2. TaborDecember 3, 2009 at 4:01 AM

    My husband cannot pass a large tree without pointing out its beauty. Nice misty photo. Makes me want to walk out there.

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