November 17, 2007

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  UP THERE

  Rooted deep in the hill,
  Tall, limbs at great length, 
  Towering still,
  Of mighty strength.
  
  This evergreeen makes lilfe rhyme,.
  Quiet dignity does it show,
  Most of the time,
  But , you know,
  A slight breeze makes it mime.

  Undulating,
  Charms and spells,
  Its green fingers weave, 
  Magic swells.- trumbulating

  Up and down, to and fro,
  About its silent incantations,
  It does go,
  Making its concatenations.

  On a breezy wintry night,
  Making its furious motions,
  Makes me wonder my plight,
  Will it be woeful oceans,
  Or isles of delight ?
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  No photos until I get  home,  but I’m storing them,  and this tree will be one of them.
  
  
  
  
  
  
   
  

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