The Old Oak Tree
Down by the road, there is a huge oak tree,
The tree stands by the side - it's a giant.
One thousand years old, it's legendary.
Children would sometimes climb it, carefully,
The tree remains mighty and defiant.
Down by the road, there is a huge oak tree.
On the tops of it would they the views see,
The tree would stand poignant and valiant.
One thousand years old, it's legendary.
On the tree-tops would they talk, merrily,
The tree resides gracious and radiant.
Down by the road, there is a huge oak tree.
Back down its bark they crawl, quite gradually,
The tree on much water is reliant.
One thousand years old, it's legendary.
As it observes all their moves, silently,
The tree remains the quiet compliant.
Down by the road, there is a huge oak tree,