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.
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