The Cross Town Loop: Tree XXXX

I didn't see a tag anywhere on this big ol' oak so I don't know what its number is. But then maybe we should be giving trees names instead of numbers anyway. The backside of it is pretty scarred up, and there are some pretty big branches or parts of branches scattered around beneath it. While in view from a couple athletic fields, it is not exactly on a well-trod path, so probably does not get as many visitors as some others in the oak woodland. As big as this one is, its nearest neighbor is even larger, with a canopy even more broad.

"...The surety of its hidden root

Has planted quiet in the night;

The shaking of its leafy head

Has given the waves their melody,

And made my lips and music wed,

Murmuring a wizard song for thee...

There, through the broken branches , go

The ravens of unresting thought;

Flying, crying, to and fro,

Cruel claw and hungry throat,

Or else they stand and sniff the wind,

And shake their ragged wings; alas!

Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:

Gaze no more in the bitter glass."

(The Two Trees, William Butler Yeats, 1893)