Oak

• Lizzy Hinder, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2010

The old Oak is King of the Forest,
A good and wise King,
Wind respectfully whispers in his ear,
For she is his trusted friend.

As I climb gently through his home,
His arms welcome me,
He rustles in understanding.

Whilst I sleep in his shade,
I have no fear,
For he watches o'er me,
Like an aged mentor.