The grand old oak
By Lucy B
The grand old oak in Summer, leaves green and used for shade.
And picnics under its mighty limbs, the grand old oak in Summer
The Grand old oak in Autumn, its leaves ablaze with colour.
And a hiding place for squirrel’s nuts, the grand old oak in Autumn
The grand old oak in Winter, its leaves adorned with snow.
The squirrels now feasting, the grand old oak in Winter.
The grand old oak in Spring, leaves fresh and crisp with new birth.
The birds chirp merrily, the grand old oak in Spring.
The grand old oak stands tall and proud, directly under me.
It loves the sun, the moon, the stars and it lives on and on and on.