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| June / July 1999 |
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TREE It stands so proud this giant among men It moves not at all but sways now and then It talks to no one only whispers to the breeze And tells all its secrets to the birds and the bees It does not complain no one does it need This giver of life grown from one tiny seed It listens to all that lovers might say And watches the children as they gamble and play It gives us shelter when it opens its arms And gives us much pleasure when it shows off its charms Its heart full of love for the life all around With feet firmly planted in the earth's solid ground It reaches for heaven rejoicing to be free This creation of God which we call our tree |
| BILL ESTALL |
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