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Robert Harrison
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                     REBIRTH
IT HAS BEEN MANY A YEAR SINCE I PLANTED THE TREE,
IT WAS A SEEDLING FROM A WOOD I TRANSPLANTED.
I SAW IT AS I WALKED, GROWING UNDER THE LEE OF AN OLD WOODMAN'S HUT,
TIME WORN AND WIND SLANTED.
MY HEART WENT OUT AT IT'S STROUGLE FOR LIGHT, SO I TOOK IT FROM THE SIDE
OF THE HUT THAT NIGH, AND BY FULL MOON I DIGGED AND REPLANTED.
FOR NIGH TWENTY YEARS, FROM CHILD TO MAN, HAVE I WATCHED THAT TREE
GROW TO GREAT STATURE.
THROUGH SEASONS OF STORM AND OF DROUGHT HAS IT STOOD, RECEIVINGS IT'S
LIFE FROM MOTHER NATURE.
AND I HAVE CARESSED IT'S ROUGH BARK AND FELT IT'S IMMENSE MIGHT,
AND TILTED MY HEAD TO SEE THE TIP OF IT'S GREAT HEIGHT.
IT WAS YESTERDAY I SAW IT TORN FREE FROM THE GROUND, IN WHICH
IT HAD BUT TWENTY YEARS BEEN GRANTED
BY MEN, WHO WILL SHED NO REAL TEARS FOR A TREE MARKED FOR DEATH
ONCE BRANDED.
PERCHANCE BY FULL MOONS FAIR LIGHT, IN THE WOOD LATE AT NIGHT,
THE WIND MOANING ROUND THE WOODMANS HUT, STILL SLANTING.
I WILL WALK ONCE AGAIN, AND THINK OF MAN WITH SOME SHAME,
AND PERHAPS FIND A TREE IN NEED OF TANSPLANTING.
BOB HARRISON
IT HAS BEEN MANY A YEAR SINCE I PLANTED THE TREE,
IT WAS A SEEDLING FROM A WOOD I TRANSPLANTED.
I SAW IT AS I WALKED, GROWING UNDER THE LEE OF AN OLD WOODMAN'S HUT,
TIME WORN AND WIND SLANTED.
MY HEART WENT OUT AT IT'S STROUGLE FOR LIGHT, SO I TOOK IT FROM THE SIDE
OF THE HUT THAT NIGH, AND BY FULL MOON I DIGGED AND REPLANTED.
FOR NIGH TWENTY YEARS, FROM CHILD TO MAN, HAVE I WATCHED THAT TREE
GROW TO GREAT STATURE.
THROUGH SEASONS OF STORM AND OF DROUGHT HAS IT STOOD, RECEIVINGS IT'S
LIFE FROM MOTHER NATURE.
AND I HAVE CARESSED IT'S ROUGH BARK AND FELT IT'S IMMENSE MIGHT,
AND TILTED MY HEAD TO SEE THE TIP OF IT'S GREAT HEIGHT.
IT WAS YESTERDAY I SAW IT TORN FREE FROM THE GROUND, IN WHICH
IT HAD BUT TWENTY YEARS BEEN GRANTED
BY MEN, WHO WILL SHED NO REAL TEARS FOR A TREE MARKED FOR DEATH
ONCE BRANDED.
PERCHANCE BY FULL MOONS FAIR LIGHT, IN THE WOOD LATE AT NIGHT,
THE WIND MOANING ROUND THE WOODMANS HUT, STILL SLANTING.
I WILL WALK ONCE AGAIN, AND THINK OF MAN WITH SOME SHAME,
AND PERHAPS FIND A TREE IN NEED OF TANSPLANTING.
BOB HARRISON
