"Charter Oak" by Charles DeWolf Brownell‘The Oak’ by Martin King The Society February 25, 2019 Beauty, Poetry 1 Comment Of unknown age, the great oak tree, initialed with past loves’ decree; Now stands alone on village green, a witness to life’s daily scene. It was in spring, some years ago, when verdant leaves began to grow; Two lovers walking hand in hand, delighting in their newfound land; High summer’s glare, they had no care, and secrets all, were theirs to share. Now summer’s gone, and cold winds blow, with frozen ground and falls of snow; Out sledging on the village green, a boy asks, “Dad what does it mean to have initials carved on there?” Dad says, “two people said they care.” As years pass by the mighty tree awaits its fate, its destiny; Glorious in serenity. Martin John King is a retiree living in Somerset, England. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response C.B. Anderson March 2, 2019 Martin, I liked this poem, but I think you could have made it better by attending to a few details of diction and syntax. At the end of the second stanza (“High summer’s glare” etc. has no proper subject. The initial clause just hangs there, unconnected with anything else. Better might be something like: In summer’s glare they had no care But secrets that were theirs to share. “And secrets all” just doesn’t make much sense in normative English. The last line of the last stanza would scan better if it were rendered: In glorious serenity. Overall, I think that the poem could be rewritten entirely, to good effect. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.