Vance Oliphant,Old Tree</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=13.htm>Vance Oliphant</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Old Tree</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Just down the road.....around the bend,<br>Stands an old cottonwood; her life nearthe end.<br>Regarding her age, no one knows howlong,<br>That old tre has stood there; staunch andstrong.<br>She's seen scores of harvests andplantings of seed;<br>Times of plenty and times of need.<br>If she could talk, what tales she couldtell;<br>But that old tree is mute....probably justas well.<br>Countless birds have nested in her crown,<br>Before autumn arrived and her leavesfluttered down.<br>Her silhouette is impressive against thesky,<br>But one by one, her branches arebeginning to die.<br>Although the blizzards of winter havetaken their toll;<br>She has weathered the storms quite well,as a whole.<br>She has withstood lightning, wind andhail,<br>But ever so slowly, she's beginning tofail.<br>How many people have rested in hershade?<br>It's a shame that none have come to heraid.<br>The day will come when she can nolonger contend,<br>Just down the road....around the bend.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>