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Monday, March 8, 2010

Good Timber - A Poem

Good Timber
The three that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
That stood out in the open plain
And always got it's share of rain ....
Never became a forest king.
But lived and died a scrubby thing.

The man who never had to toil,
In facing challenge did recoil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air...
never became a manly man,
But lived and died as he began.

Good timber does not grow in ease.
The stronger wind, the stronger trees,
The farther sky the greater length,
The more the storm the more the strength.
By son and cold, by rain and snows,
In tree or man, good timber grows.

Where thickest Stands the forest growth
We find the patriarchs of both...
And they hold the converse with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife...
This is the common law of life.

Author unknown


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