The Spirit Of The Great Oak Tree

I find myself walking bare feet across the early morning dew soaked grass
Every step feels like shards of cuts that feels like glass
But I feel the spirits of the sacred ancient oak tree
Telepathically calling me
With each step the more cold and wet I get
But what I don't get is why they have chosen me
I whisper O why but they don't reply
Apart from my name they call it over and over again
As i get closer to the ancient magical oak 
I can suddenly understand what they say
showing me things after a oath not to tell anyone else or there would be a price to pay
What I can tell is that the druids are thought of well
And the fruit of the oak
Is the seed known as a acorn
That are a amulet charm
That are carried by all types of folk
As a charm to bring good luck and good health as they go on there way
They did say that the 29th of may is a special oak apple day
In the foot of Glastonbury Tor there are two sacred oaks known as Gog and Mogog
So if like me you are suddenly drawn to a oak tree
And the spirits make contact think how much you  are lucky
And to the sacred oaks spirits you must pray

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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