Struck...by a Tree

Not in the literal sense:

As in having one ripped out by the roots

And smacking me where I deserve

“Take THAT you pitiful reprobate!”

But in the figurative sense:

As in gawking at our old oak tree

It is Western or “Cork” oak

It sits in the far back of our yard

Noticed mainly at times of the year

When small leaves make a mess out of

Molly’s Own Personal Swimming Pool

And when it’s branches grow too close

To the power lines

So that the utility company has to

Give it kind of a brutal trim

With little or no thought to esthetics

I happened to be back there

At the right time for beautiful morning shadows

And noticed she has grown somewhat stately

In the twenty plus years we have been here

She is probably about 30 years old.

So I wanted to give her credit for being there for us.