In February oaks I seek
When I am feeling old and weak
In groves they lift bare limbs to pray
To celebrate a cold clear day
Alone they spread strong branches wide
In symmetry on every side
Winds shake last acorns to the ground
By birds and mammals to be found
Turkey grouse and bobwhite quail
Deer squirrel and mouse on them prevail
I will endure oaks say to me
And so will you if your spirit’s free
Until you’re struck by nature’s force
Accident or illness in its course
Till then live like a February oak
Solid fruitful unprovoked