They all look at me
The many at the one.
I am a woman
Staring down the Major Oak tree
In Sherwood forest
Where Robin Hood slept
With his band of merry thieves.
Major Oak
The leader of the pack
With his sturdy tribe of trees
These living statues
These witnesses of the whole story.
They give no sound of dissent
As the breezes come and go.
Leaves fall, they sprout and bloom
From the sharp light green of Spring
Into a full blooded royal green of Summer
To the end of the dance--
Autumn's fireworks display
Of the final scene
As the cold wind moves in
Sprinkling the first snow flakes
That decorate the tree limbs
And make them into
A land of enchantment
By a pond
Three quarters mile
Past the road.
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