MY LAST HOORAY

Once upon a time my leaves were green 
Polished with beauty and strength 
My limbs we're un disturbed by the wind
I was a sanctuary to tired wings
And a platform where birds did sing

My roots were firmly planted 
As I towered above many my peers 
Sheltering the timid from the pouring rain 
Under my leaves though stained 
By the suns inflicted pain

I had value and purpose 
With confidence I stood 
Now my beauty has faded
As time has changed 
My once glorious looks 

But until the hurricane sings
Or the earth dances beneath my roots 
I shall continue extending my limbs in mercy 
To the wounded in battle and weary in flight 

This is my last will and testament 
With my mustered breath I declare 
I will stand my grounds in battle 
Until I fall with a last hooray.

Wilford Barker.