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The Righteous Oak
The Righteous Oak
The Righteous oak stands strong and tall,
No storm or tempest that may blow
Would wrench it from its roots below.
Life can throw whatever it wants
That oak throws of all its taunts.
The winds may blow it to and fro
And leaves adorn may come and go.
Though it stands upon a rock,
Fixed firmly, nothing can shock.
But storms of life has! took its toll
Battered relentlessly against the tide
Its weary limbs lie bare and cold
No crown of glory, truth be told.
This Righteous oak no more stands,
Withered, gnarled, twisted,
Nothing left to see of such a man,
That once stood proud upon this land.
Drew Balfour © 2020
The Righteous oak stands strong and tall,
No storm or tempest that may blow
Would wrench it from its roots below.
Life can throw whatever it wants
That oak throws of all its taunts.
The winds may blow it to and fro
And leaves adorn may come and go.
Though it stands upon a rock,
Fixed firmly, nothing can shock.
But storms of life has! took its toll
Battered relentlessly against the tide
Its weary limbs lie bare and cold
No crown of glory, truth be told.
This Righteous oak no more stands,
Withered, gnarled, twisted,
Nothing left to see of such a man,
That once stood proud upon this land.
Drew Balfour © 2020
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