Major Oak Sherwood Forest

A thousand years old, Major Oak has stood A natural wonder of astounding size The ruling monarch of ancient Sherwood Its trunk's ten meters wide, both stout and good Kings hunted when this sapling did arise The canopy is vast, an emerald hood How many people has this monarch viewed? A lusty lover, slipped between maid's thighs A pilgrim, friar, a nun, a barren prude Could this oak speak, then by the Holy Rood His anecdotes could open many eyes Telling of Tudor intrigue, outlaw's brood Here Vikings trysted, archers arrowed food Here Diamond spiders' cobwebs captured flies And seasons fled, each with a changing mood And every day some fresh delight, surprise What if this oak could write…what if it could? Tell tales of Richard, and of Robin Hood