Author Mary Carolyn Davies The talking oakTo the ancients spoke.But any treeWill talk to me.What truths I knowI garnered so.But those who want to talk and tell, And those who will not listeners be,Will never hear a syllable From out the lips of any tree. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4 (36 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments