Author Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller A mighty oak here ruined lies, Its top was wont to kiss the skies, Why is it now o'erthrown?--The peasants needed, so they said,Its wood wherewith to build a shed, And so they've cut it down. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments