I am the red oak
My leaves turn red in fall
I am the red oak
My wood is tan, my bark is gray
I am the oak,
I am only found in the eastern and central North America
I am the oak
For over 50 millions year
I have covered this land
Natives used my acorns for flour
They even turned my bark
Into a medicine that could cure you of diarrhea
So now you see, there’s more to me
The early colonies used me to build their houses
I even helped the leather tanning industry out
So the next time you see me,
You pay me respect
I am the red oak
I am a deciduous tree
In the spring time,
My buds unfurl into yellow flowers
In the summer,
I will collect sunlight so my pea sized acorns can emerge
In the winter time,
I will go quiet
By then all my leaves are gone,
But at the break of spring you will them again,
So the next time you walk up this beautiful hill,
Look carefully and you will see
That a 70 foot strong and massive red oak
Is calling you to come closer and rest under its canopy
Sir. Jacob Tyler and Demilade can vouch for it
You will certainly enjoy its cooldown shade
So don’t be shy and come closer
And you will find, that this big, fat, massive, science hill, red oak is great.
It is. It’s great.