Oak Tree.

Twisted and gnarled meeting tree

the tales that you could tell.

Silent.

 

you stand, propped up and iron-fenced.

A plaque to reveal your wisdom

to pilgrims of commute

no stop, no stare.

 

 

Oh! Sage witness to injustice,

of rebellion and commotion.

A symbol to emblazon a sweater,

a backpack and a blazer.

 

Small acorns imbued with your life,

your lore;

never to enclose,

ancestral freedom to defy.

 

No fence nor hedgerow,

Council or commander to suppress

immortal roots of discontent.

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