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Inspirational Poetry

  • Good Timber

  • by Douglas Malloch
  • The tree that never had to fight
  • For sun and sky and air and light,
  • But stood out in the open plain
  • And always got its share of rain,
  • Never became a forest king
  • But lived and died a scrubby thing.
  • The man who never had to toil
  • To gain and farm his patch of soil,
  • 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 with ease:
  • The stronger wind, the stronger trees;
  • The further sky, the greater length;
  • The more the storm, the more the strength.
  • By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
  • In trees and men good timbers grow.
  • Where thickest lies the forest growth,
  • We find the patriarchs of both.
  • And they hold counsel with the stars
  • Whose broken branches show the scars
  • Of many winds and much of strife.
  • This is the common law of life.