Days of The Oak man

Day 56

I still remember when I first found him
On the highest bank, where the light in dim
He handed me a helpful limb
And pulled me up the bank

And there he was. That old oak tree
The finest oak I would ever see
And my new best friend he would always be
I could talk to him for hours

I would spend hours in the old Oaks arms
the old man would never bring me harm
He was my good luck charm
I would also bring him offerings

And I knew right then. A path for me
Pagan born and pagan free
And all because I found that tree
In that time long ago