The Mighty Oak and the Quaking Aspen


Quaking Aspens Populus tremuloides, Little Cot...
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Two towering trees, their branches interlaced,

Lovingly caressed as the wind continually paced,

The wind carried their whispers to and fro,

They were rooted while the wind could go,

The two had been together since long ago,

When the young oak noticed the aspen starting to grow,

He being more gnarled and taller, was gruff,

She being slimmer and delicate, was still tough,

Despite wooden hearts, they developed rapport,

And soon their feelings progressed even more,

They were happy their memories were shared,

To each other their hopes and dreams were bared,

He loved the way her leaves fluttered in the breeze,

She loved his strength and the way he could squeeze,

Through the years they saw a progression of change,

With a variety of people, mean, good, and strange,

The Indians came and respected the land,

They honored the trees and let them stand,

They could picture their ancestors peering out,

Hunting the forest and walking about,

Then a newer group arrived one day,

Who cut down and burned away,

Most of the great forests and trees,

Creating farmlands as far as they could see,

Leaving only a few trees in small groves,

And even those were good for stoves,

These two trees, once fresh and young,

Watched helplessly as the axes rung,

 They were left because they were so mismatched,

They were glad since they were so attached,

Now they stood guard at this secluded spot,

Sentinels against the sky, whether cold or hot,

Visitors were usually welcomed with open arms,

The trees had years to develop their charms,

Urging some of their guests to rest and dally,

To observe nature and let their strength rally,

Spend the night out under the stars,

Singing campfire songs and playing guitars,

On their way home those same guests would stop,

Visit awhile and their stories they’d swap,

Those guests wanted to know the history of the trees,

Would there be answers if they said please?

How long had these trees been there?

Had the trees witnessed enough to compare?

There were other visitors though,

Who thought the forest was just so-so,

They were rude and eager to make their mark,

Carving their names into the bark,

Breaking off all the lower limbs,

Just being destructive at a whim,

 Littering the area with all kinds of trash,

Eggs in nests they would always smash,

Ruining in a day what had taken so long to create,

Beauty of any kind they would desecrate,

The trees moaned and groaned in protest,

Wondering how to get rid of these awful pests,

The hostile visitors said it was but the wind,

Ordering the old trees to be silent again,

Havoc and mayhem ruled the day,

As the unruly visitors had their way,

The oak and the aspen were carved and scorched,

And both came close to being torched,

When the group left, the trees breathed in relief,

Hoping they’d never return to give them grief,

That group was gone but more would take their place,

It was usually that way with the human race,

But they trees withstood the onslaught with aplomb,

Always dignified, peaceful, and calm,

The valley eventually became a national preserve,

And both trees volunteered to serve,

For their heartwood was still strong,

Retirement for them was simply wrong,

A few years later a mighty storm struck,

Their roots held desperately, but not their luck,

Both trees crashed heavily to the ground,

People from everywhere, miles around,

Came to see the giants as they lay,

For there was more than two trees on display,

There was something unusual, something strange,

The way the trees had fallen out of range,

Directly into the wind they had spun,

Away from people, no harm was done,

They had crushed no one, no child or mother,

They had fallen instead into the arms of each other,

Around each trunk, seedlings appeared overnight,

Smiling and greeting everyone in sight,

Some seedlings were transported to faraway places,

It is said that people who see them have happy faces,

The oak and the aspen still live in legend and tales,

 Showing kindness, compassion, and a love that prevails,

The new trees will bring magic and couples will discover,

The traits of the giants in the hearts of their lovers.

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24 thoughts on “The Mighty Oak and the Quaking Aspen

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    1. Your comments are always appreciated. Hope you run across one of the new seedlings and find magic.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

    1. A little long, I’m afraid. I had just finished it when I remembered the rally. Thanks for your comments.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

    1. Thank you, Thingy. Trees are indeed wonderful and often mistreated.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

    1. Just when you thought it was safe to come out and play. I think you did enough playing in your poems. Thanks for stopping by.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

    1. kinda long for me too. I should have warned you but I’m glad you liked it.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

  1. So sad, brought tears to my eyes… But I liked the ending, there is still hope… Kind of reminds me of J.R.R Tolkien’s poems/songs in LotR, though this was easier to read:D

    1. Look at all the hope for the future. All the seedlings will make the world a happier place. You probably look great with tears!

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

  2. I love trees. Without them, where would we be? I like the way you’ve created a love story between the oak and aspen. When you present the human characteristic before people, it creates in them the seed of concern. Very well done.

  3. Thank you for this story, Dan. As much as I see two trees and learn the lessons shared, this story, I applaud your creativity for keeping me enthralled. I will not soon forget the pictures you have just painted with your words, here.

    1. There are a lot of friendly trees around. Someone has to tell their story. If a picture is worth a thousand words then perhaps the reverse is true. The world is alive and I’m just one tiny part of it,enjoying it while I can. Thank you for reading and commenting.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

    1. Thank you, sir,for the second visit. Hopefully I’ll be around today.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

    1. I’m not in competition with others. If one person enjoys then I’m happy. I don’t write for praise or money. I don’t know how to dress up my blog with bells and whistles. I just write.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

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