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The Mighty Oak Bends

The sapling grows

buffeted by wind, sun and rain



It grows taller

The forces continue

The wind always howls

The sun bears down on it

The rain too little or too much

But slowly

And defiantely

The sapling becomes a mighty oak

The wind

The sun

The rain

It matters little

The tree has a core

The roots dig deep

The leaves wrap it like a blanket

It stands tall

It might bend with the wind

Or lose its leaves to the rain

Or crack as a fire races by

But the mighty oak

Will stand the test of time

Under valued

Under pressure

Under estimated

I have a friend who has walked through a very difficult 13 months. This on top of a life that hasn’t been made up of sunshine and roses. The latest hurtle may have made her cry but then she said “I’m like the mighty oak tree and this won’t break me”.

The poem above is an ode to her and all the other strong independent smart women in my life; whether it be today tomorrow or next week.



I have had a love of the written word for my entire life. It's no surprise that eventually I found a platform where I could write. It's random; sometimes funny, occasionally sad, maybe even at times from anger and I lean towards creative photography and hands on crafts. I have a few blogs that high light these interests.

8 thoughts on “The Mighty Oak Bends

    1. Thanks Donna. I am slowly gaining confidence to share these personal musings. Next up I want to put it on the photo itself. I tried to find something in Canva but didn’t really seem to be what I was after.


  1. This is lovely, Bernie. So many strong, under-appreciated women in our lives. They would receive so many accolades if they were men, if their work was valued – wouldn’t they? Instead they are taken for granted, or unseen.



    1. Thanks Deb. I appreciate the compliment. In the particular case of this friend she is very valued in her family that is, besides her, totally male. She is the glue and they know it. That of course is part of the problem but she works with the forces as they arise and is doing what she can… She has her strong twisted sisterhood to help her in the background but she really is like the oak tree… as most women are. It’s hard for an individual to change society but I hope I/we did our part with our son to value what women do and are. It appears so. Thanks so much for engaging here, your support and encouragement have helped open the bigger blogging world to me. Bernie

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  2. A great testament to a dear friend and resilience, Bernie. In life, it is not the problems we face, but how we face them that makes us who we are. Hope your friend is past all the hurdles. Allan


    1. Oh I am quite certain she has two bigger hurdles yet to come but at this step it’s one day at a time. She focuses on finding peace at some point in her day, similar to the mindfulness I practise. Yes you are so right it’s about how we face those problems that creates our character but that’s something we realize as we reach a certain age I think. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a thoughtful comment Allan. Take care.


  3. A beautiful and powerful poem. What a lovely ode to your friend.
    PS — I’m glad you listened to the oak’s roots calling you to dig into the muse’s urgings! Well done.


    1. Although I dedicated it to her it is the story all women share. Thanks for the inspiration. Next up I really do want to learn how to put those words into the picture. What program did you use again?


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