Old Oaks

Old Oaks

Bark callous and thick
deep ridges of course skin
sloughs off confirms death
budless branches stand stark

Once young and tender
pliable in fierce winds
now arthritic and stiff
totters to stay upright

Roots once gripped strong
now let go adrift in soil
unmoored stands at angle
old oaks fall hard

19-116z
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Passing

Passing (18-175y)

Energy dissipates

Each day

Younger passing

Broadcasting "on your left"

Disappearing in distance

Out of sight

'Til next day

repeat again

Now they are on the right

Down the path

Forged over years

Slowly hobble

Solitude

Solitude (16-149Z)

Gray blustery day,

Bound to house.

Confined by body,

Mind fully alive.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-149Z)

Acceptance

     Acceptance

Reality of age

Soaks in soul

Like gently rain drops

On dry soil

Accepting reality

Clears the heart

Like air cleanses

With moist air

He walks

With a cane now

No longer fighting

Body's limitation

He sits

Dozes off

Awake hours in night

Time to be alive

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-288B)