Good Timber

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,

Nerver became a forest king

But lived and died a scrubby thing.

The man who never his patch to tail

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 strom, the more the strength.

By sun and cold, by rain and snow,

In trees and man good timber grow.

Where thickest lies the forest growth

We find the patriarchs of both.

And they hold counsel with stars

Whose broken branches show the scare

Of many winds and much of strife.

This is the common law of life.

By[The learning leadger]

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