The Stand They Made
The great oak wields great power he sends his roots deep financial social religious he stands at the edge
Of the family’s domain has endured many lightings and thundering outburst under the savage wind
Many have been the groans that were uttered this was not sadness being brought forth to cover the
Ground and then what waste it would produce no this is noble sacrifice all encircling love being
Projected not one blade of grass exists without showing this uncommon glory the house the property
Glows over the faces of the dependent little ones it shines. The Oak has a partner in this great enterprise
Best to describe these capabilities in three timbers of renown the Maple the Elm and the willow from
This convergence and the intertwining of the three into one piece a masterful work of art herein lies the
Lines that flow in unbroken symmetry the oak of might the creation of his delight. When the journey
Demands you climb unbroken hills onward to dry unkind dispositions the maple decidedly smaller and
Has its name derived from sharpness of its pointed leaves and its breathless beauty in four colors in the
Heavenly autumn do you know anything that could make the oak bow more quickly. Oh the Elm has
Stepped to the helm woman hood I speak of you softer kinder the breeze seeks your tendrils for its
Proud moments for gusts and raw display you spellbound all that look your way. The Oak tells his times
Of gladness by your beauty voiceless reminder of why we endure life’s slights and backward turns. One
Long lasting look please willow move touch the core of the Oak that only you know the wisp of your
Branches touched me above my minds ability to comprehend the feelings I feel. The Oak grows in
Terraced courtyards that angels frequent but he is looking beyond the brightness of their Glory to that
Day when you spoke I do no one saw but the mighty oak fell that day under your spell. This is what I saw
When I looked into Donna’s father and mothers face.