A Lonely Tree

12In the middle of a field of high yield corns,
stands a solitary oak. Morose, it mourns
its siblings harvested for oak barn beams,
while it alone survives. The lone oak dreams
of a grove of descendants, shedding seed,
sterile where chemically tilled of weed‐
killers making the fertile former wood land
uniquely corn. Does this lone survivor stand
as victor, or only as a token of the past?
For one century this spreading oak cast
cooling shade for explorers, and pioneers.
Now, in its heartwood, feared rot appears,
hollowing the trunk that dared not bend
to winds that profane a great tree’s end.

Gerald Bosacker lives in Paragould, Ark.

Posted in: December 2014, Poetry

2 thoughts on “A Lonely Tree

  1. Amy Bebergal says:

    A very beautiful and lyrical poem. Nice to share a journal issue with you!

    1. Thank you for the kind words, which is what a real poet works for. No greater acclamation.

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