The Tea Keeper

Shiny silver thermos

Standing proudly on it’s stage

Inferior plastic throwaways

Cower in the shadow of age.

The backdrop of a tea stained sofa

Helps to keep my gaze

Shiny silver thermos

I’ll be proud now and always.

Oaks Way

Oaks way where old Oaks sway,

Skin to skin they’ll stay.

Never to leave one anothers side,

For fear of missing one day.

Grown together as if from one seed,

brushing branches and leaves.

Sharing whispers in the wind,

they barely part to breathe.

Long have these pillars stood,

as a reminder of what one could-

have and hold till death do they part.

For love not for what one should.

Oaks way where old Oaks stay,

old fashioned but lovely as always.