Giant Oak Felled by Storm Emma

Oak Crashing

I once was a tree, a proud vertical oak

I’m now a table, a horizontal joke!

Oh, the stratus clouds I was close to

The birds and butterflies I was host to

The Golden Eagles, the ladybird beetles

Squabbling squirrels, bats and lizards!

I feared not lightning or blizzards

But Storm Emma had no time for history

And now my four legs will house my memory