Beneath A 2000 Year Old Mississippi Oak Tree Poem by Lynn W. Petty

Beneath A 2000 Year Old Mississippi Oak Tree

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Beneath a 2000 Year Old Mississippi Oak Tree

Beneath the luxuriant foliage of this venerable oak tree,
whose branches shut out the noon day sun;
whose roots drew the nurturing juices from earth
before the Spanish, French or English took possession of this land,
I sit listening to the softly, breathing music of the wind
through its leaves. Rendering more pliant, the fabric and temperament
of my mind, I hearken to a choir of migrating birds
who take rest from the breezes that wearied
their wings, filling this mansion of greenery with a harmony
of rich sound.
Looking up to the roof of its boughs, I am in wonder
of its height; its girth of trunk; its lichen-crusted limbs
draped with Spanish moss.
Here, I am given the sense of security knowing there is some
stability, almost permanence in this world of clouded doubt,
through this noble tree, whose life began before the death
of Augustus Caesar.

Friday, January 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 14 February 2019

this is going into my March 2019 Showcase of poems on PH. Thanks, my friend. RIP? bri :)

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Bri Edwards 13 October 2017

re line # 2: (re noon day) Definition of noonday : midday First Known Use: 1535.......................HEY, Lynn, ISN'T THAT THE YEAR YOUR WERE BORN? ? ========================================= I'd tweak this: ........... softly, breathing music of the wind favorite lines: .........................a choir of migrating birds who take rest from the breezes that wearied their wings, filling this mansion of greenery with a harmony of rich sound...................i'm a 'sucker' for 1- birds, and 2- your writing! ! ! maybe if we all had a 2,000 year old tree with us, we would all feel a sense of security. i like alliterations also! bri ;) to MyPoemList. catch ya later!

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Barry Middleton 29 January 2016

Nice. I know those oak trees well, grew up there. It took me back.

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Lynn W. Petty

Lynn W. Petty

Newport Beach, California
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