Every Tree Should Get A Poem

[tectak]

Nostalgia never felt more bittersweet when "than when" with "never"
the old red oak tree by the north river pond had snapped not "had" ...just snapped
in half by the storm, like his spine was made of rubber. in a...not by the...unless you want to make this storm special...but you do not. Nonsensical reasoning without thought. Rubber spines do not snap. Think what you are wanting to say, then say it, then check to make sure you meant it.
Driving past the fields of childhood memories, cliche extraordinaire. We have all used it...and if we haven't we will
it's like someone killed the local pastor. unrelated "it's". What is this "it"?

Limp and bowed over, the rope swing dipped in water. Disconnect. What is limp and bowed over? The pastor? You do not say.
His branches no longer constricted high Disconnected because the last time you anthropomorphised the Old Oak was way back. You need to re-establish this gender assignation for it to work throughout the poem. "constricted "is a very debatable word choice which makes me lose trust in your certainty.
and mighty, but drooped down to eye level.
No more fresh sap can he deliver, just sheltering an old honey hive,
that the rain could not wash over,
and children were climbing his lifeless
trunk, ripping out the only twigs left on his withered
arms, and hauling them at each other. Dreadfully gangly sentence...you have overstretched the punctuation so that it is likely you have shot an elephant in your pyjamas...you look at it, read it out loud and tell me I am wrong. Were they "hauling.. at" (Americanism?) withered arms or twigs?

With empathy I pulled over to get a look at what
mother nature undertook. Giving birth to a seedling,
only to watch it come crashing down. You are now giving birth to seedlings. This is too much. Punctuate to clarity before posting. This latter does not qualify as a sentence and biologically it is nonsense.
Never did I question his strength
as I would swing on his dark, husky branches, jumping in greenery
to drown. Tense tension mounts. "I never questioned the oak's strength, as I swung on his dark, husky (???) branches"

Does he remember the sweat I soaked into his bole, when I pedaled so hard
from school, being chased by a battalion of girls using rocks as grenades. I do not know....but was it a question? You did not use a question mark. Please read Rules of Posting in Serious. You are making too many schoolboy errors.
I hid, and he hid me in his regal position
vines wrapping around my hurt, cradling me still. Complete gobbledygook. You are rushing to a landing and have flaps down and throttled back far to soon. This poem will stall.

No longer can he change colors to match the skylines.
The old oak tree will be taken in by the city to be, Why this comma? Typo? Then proof read.
chopped, sawed and glued.
Maybe to be the next headline warning
to take cover,
when a storm is coming through. Stall. Crash land. Nonsensically put.

You have some good ideas but your execution is haphazard and incompetent. You MUST read what you write out loud and check your word use.
Best,
tectak