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The Old Oak
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By Connie Centrella
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The Old Oak

I loved to watch the children swing from the old oak in the yard,

They'd fly from one side to the next,

Giving danger no regard.

The swing still hangs, but only moves,

When the breeze begins to blow.

The yard is quiet, pensive, the old oak doesn't know,

That this season is its final bloom,

No more turning leaves.

Tiny insects undermined him, room only now to grieve.

Though there's sun and brilliant light,

My heart still longs to see,

When children played with gleeful shrieks,

As they swung from that old oak tree.

* I wrote this poem last summer, but this summer my daughter is having a little boy. Lord willing, we will have a child's laughter again.


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Submitted: Friday, March 23, 2012

Last Updated: Monday, March 26, 2012

About the Poet
I've been a Christian for over 40 years and am continually thankful for Jesus' friendship and care. I'm married and have three grown children. I also have two grandsons and three granddaughters. Praise God! My prayer is that God would use these simple poems to encourage you in your walk with the Lord.


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