Ode to the fallen oaks

 Ode to the fallen oaks

John Clare Stokes

In the passing of the oak....From afar who did come....And in hushed manner who spoke....Of what he succomed....In the passing of the day....Does the sun not miss....The shadow and the sway.....The meeting with the mist....In the passing of the time....With longing who will recall....The old oak so fine....And the terrible fall.