The Old Oak Tree

Poem By Keith Williams

At the high school I first went
One girl I met such time wasn't spent
Because one look at her I wanted to fight
Evil thoughts about her bothered me day and night
Not a time went by I had anything good to say
Passing through the halls kicking dust in the hay
A cold war harsh as old man winter
While chopping wood outside my hands got a splinter
Then one day a madman came
No girl was with him so he played a game
He tried to hit her with a chair
But on his own evilness gave him a stare
Into my arms she cried giving up a river of tears
Hurt by the threats and shame like being stuck with sticks and spears
But I wiped her eyes dry
I really loved her I couldn't lie
What really made a change in me?
It's when I stopped by the old oak tree

Comments about The Old Oak Tree

Interesting! Images are vivid! Suggestion...when these images FIRST appear begin to separate each BEFORE you attempt to connect them. Like a puzzle almost! you have it all there I feel! Be a little bit more patient and those pieces will fall together less forced You will understand! L

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