Ode to an Oak Tree

Before we bought our home, I checked out the backyard. Does it have a swing tree? Yes, it did! That wasn’t the only reason we bought it, of course, but it was definitely a plus. I love that tree, so to show my appreciation I wrote an “ode” to it.

“I pray and meditate under your limbs. I named you my swing tree even though I cannot call you mine. I enjoy you as all those who have sat in your shade. Like the countless birds that have nested in your boughs or the innumerable squirrels that have played up and down your trunk, I will relax in my swing under your branches for a few years. You were here long before me and you will be here long after. Though I cannot claim you as mine, mighty oak, it is my turn to appreciate your favors now.”

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