Oak by the Avon

Guardian of the ancient pilgrim-trodden path
radiating strength and witness.
Long unnoticed, until one day I stopped and looked -
not knowing why.
Noble work of nature, giant branches outstretched,
Leaves feeding on each moment of light.
My ancestors worked this land -
Perhaps they travelled this same path,
Sought shelter or rest
Beneath your calming boughs,
Connecting past and present.