Old Oaks

Young oaks, fresh-leafed

in naive acorn pride
stand tall in single file
guardians in memoriam

of those who died

– in Time –

gnarled with salt of tears
whorled in winds of sorrow
and furrowed with fires of rage
young grow old

in a different

toward the light, away from fear

with deferential bow
to a
Callery Pear

26 thoughts on “Old Oaks

  1. Beautiful, sad, moving. The most telling image for me is the ‘young grow old in a dfifferent age.’ That’s a shame. It makes me feel quite teary thinking about it. Very well written.

    • Thanks, Selma – my hope for the children of this world is that they do indeed grow up in a different age – one of peace and enlightenment as far as war, hatred and fear goes

    • Thanks, Nancy – I loved the simplicity of the memorial design and the quiet there within the bustle of downtown Manhattan. Once the trees grow, I think it will become even more of a sanctuary

  2. Fantastic poem that needed to be written. We all need to move ‘toward the light, away from fear’. I love the contrast you have utilised between the stanza with the young trees (uniformed etc.) and the next stanza. I watched a show that followed some people who had lost parents/partners etc., in 9/11 and it was amazing that over time (the 10 years), they got their lives back together and had come to a level of peace and acceptance, even about the ‘enemy’.

    • Thanks, Gabe – that documentary you talk of (‘Rebirth’) was a stand-out in a anniversary month of really depressing 9/11 documentaries on TV – like you say, the fact that they filmed the people over a period of 10 years really brought home the power of time as healer – a very positive commentary with a strong message of hope and acceptance – very interesting.

  3. Thanks BB. I didn’t realise that oak trees were planted around the memorial.
    A very moving tribute, BB. Being a New Forest lover, I particularly relate to your description of growing old in another age. But don’t we all do that? At 74, that’s how I am beginning to feel.

  4. Trees always add so much as a memorial, bb, and this one was special, ‘she’ was saved, somehow, nurtured and has grown,… showing how there is always a chance of life after tragedy.., Wonderful tribute poem my friend. xPenx

    • 92 nationalities represented in the people who died in this terrible event, Don and as you say, years of anguish for survivors and those who lost their loved ones. War is terrible and utterly futile – it solves nothing

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