08 October 2009

National Poetry Day

Just to differ from the normal quoted poetry of T.S. Eliot, Keats, Donne or even Betjamin... I give you... The Oak

Love thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,

Living gold; Summer-rich
Then; and then

Gold again. All his leaves
Fallen at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough,
Naked strength.

To me, this is the epitome of all that is Autumn and English.. men of Oak.. the hard core men of England who will fight for King and Country, to protect our rights... (obviously not politicians then..lol)

So anyone want to take a guess at who wrote it? I will let you know later...

1 comment:

Relax Max said...

Was going to say you. I don't know. I liked it though. Admittedly it doesn't conjure up Gordon B. :)