*photo by me Good Timber
The tree that never had to fightFor sun and sky and air and light,But stood out in the open plainAnd always got its share of rain,Never became a forest kingBut 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 shareOf sun and sky and light and air,Never became a manly manBut 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 growthWe 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.
by Douglas Malloch
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