Through The Years

I've seen the turn of the century, I saw the intro of cars,
Every night an uninterrupted view, of the billions of stars,
I saw the men go off to war, not as many men returned,
I witnessed the fires of July, but didn't get that burnt.

I remember seeing many seasons, leaves drop then they regrow,
And even though it's as cold as anything, I rarely see the snow,
I had the sad misfortune, of seeing young Tony die,
He ran out onto the road, his limp body reached the sky.

The town was only small, when I was young myself,
The town turned into a city, the rise in pollution threatened my health,
People pass me everyday, and don't give me any thought,
I just stay and grow continuously, swaying as if I had been taught.

Beccy loves John etched apon my trunk, surrounded by a heart,
I think they moved from across the road, they were lovers at the start,
Dogs seem to love me, as they mark out their specific zones,
Then trot away all happy, back to inside their homes.

I am an old Oak Tree, and I'm glad that I'm still here,
I lost many of my friends, when the men came in and cleared,
My trunk is a little creaky, but my leaves are always clean,
Next time you are looking at an old tree, just imagine what it's seen.

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