Memorial a Roadside Attraction

There is an oak tree on Highland Springs Road, just a mile or two north of the 10 freeway. The lone tree on this stretch of road, it juts up against the barbed wire fence that protects the giant pasture, slowly turning green, behind it. 

The great oak shades a memorial, filled with flags, stars, stripes, and patriotic ribbons. The small boundary is marked by large rocks, and there are several red, white and blue wooden decorations staked into the ground, with messages and names scrawled across them. Some ask for prayers directed towards specific soldiers, including S. Sgt. Anthony R. Griffith of the 3rd Infantry Mechanized Unit; others request blanket blessings for everyone. 

No one has claimed this memorial, and there is no plaque stating a dedication date. It appears to be open to everyone, as long as they respect the area. The memorial sprang up after the war in Iraq began, and because it is on such a busy road, has been seen by thousands of residents and out-of-towners.

Rows and rows of American and POW flags stand across the memorial, reminiscent of soldiers at attention. The flags are small and large, with some in tatters. Poems are tacked to the tree, and a large wooden cross leans against it. 

Many of the poems are by Carl B. Coen, including “I’m Just An Old Oak Tree.” Laminated and on display front and center, it evokes the spirit of the oak and its duty to protect the memorial.

“I grew up here all alone; you know, so spindly, small and frail,

‘Twas nicer here way back then, a horse and buggy trail

By the side of this country lane, I stood only four foot high,

I hardly got a sideways glance from folks a passing by

I am an oak, a scraggly oak, not mighty and not tall

I’m approaching 80 years; I’ll be 80 in the fall...

‘Twas first a flag, then two more, I did not understand

And then I heard the prayers of those come praying hand in hand,

Each flag is for a mother’s son who went to meet the call,

I’ve seen the tears and heard the prayers for those who gave their all,

And so my job, both night and day, protect these many flags

Shads those who come to mourn their loss and do the best I can

I’m proud to be out here, there are no other trees to guard the many flags that

Stand and flutter in the breeze.”