Old Oak Tree and Old People
In the town square,
an oak spreads its arms.
A bronze plaque reads:
“This tree matters.”
Children climb it,
lovers carve it,
elders rest beneath it.
All agree: it deserves honor.
......
There was a little pale building
'twas a Church that had no bell ring
But there was always sweet singing
Bringing loud praises to the King
Not much money or coins to spare
Nor riches, assets to declare
But love and kindness ever there
Good food and fellowship to share
......
Old Oak Tree and Old People
In the town square,
an oak spreads its arms.
A bronze plaque reads:
“This tree matters.”
Children climb it,
lovers carve it,
elders rest beneath it.
All agree: it deserves honor.
......
There was a little pale building
'twas a Church that had no bell ring
But there was always sweet singing
Bringing loud praises to the King
Not much money or coins to spare
Nor riches, assets to declare
But love and kindness ever there
Good food and fellowship to share
......