Poetry / The Old Oak Tree (Analysis)
Come my friends and meet with me
and sit beneath the branches of the old oak tree
Beyond the forest and beyond the hills
upon the rocky plain where our souls doth will
Meet ye fellow fools high on this ridge
and connect with me as our hearts connect a bridge
To cross the waters that swarm in our souls
on the other side beyond what shall be the unknown
Sit with your brothers here on the ground
letting our whispers carry our unique true sound
So come, come my daring youthful friends
whilst you keep thy spirit true against the trends
Hurry now follow closely as you travel with me
to meet beneath the branches of the old oak tree.
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This poem seems to have a lot of warm sentiment but Im not sure to what end. Maybe if its just to paint a picture It should have more imagery.
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hi there,
well i think getting anything published is very difficult so you have to write something real special..real special….which i haven’t seen yet on the site…(and that i sure included me….:) butyou did write a nice poem here that flowed well and was kinda cool…being a simple thing in life sitting under the oak tree…nice job, jim
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