The Old Oak

A sturdy oak, with branches wide,
Hath stood for ages, strong and grand,
Where creatures old and young abide,
A monarch of this forest land.
Its roots run deep, its trunk so vast,
A silent witness to the years,
Its leafy crown, forever cast,
A shield against all earthly fears.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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