"The Oak":
Live thy Life
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold;
Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed,
Sober-hued
Gold again.
All his leaves
Fallin at length
Look he stands,
Trunk and bough,
Naked strength.
I love poems. I think most people underestimate writing! Everything is done through texting – e-mail seems to have gone out of style now too! I have a difficult time finding out about events because I don't have a Facebook, and people get really mad when I "don't text back". Gimme a good ol' pencil and I'll be happy!
I've lately take up writing to my... let's say, distant family. I never hear from them, but I still take the time two send an Aunt or two a card, telling them what I'm up to. Sometimes I wonder if it's any use – not that I really mind that they never write back – but deep in the back of my mind I wonder if the letter arrived. But, that's just my paranoia creeping in. Perhaps my persistence is changing the course of history! Or maybe I'm just keeping a lonely person from having to spend another night just gazing at the ceiling. Whatever the case, I know God is using my talents to do his will.
So, what's your favorite poem? Post it (or a link to it) in the comments below, so I can enjoy it too!
Post Script:
Psalms totally count as poems!
