Wednesday, October 10, 2012

GOOD TIMBER



This is a poem that I memorized years ago when in the 6th grade.  It has been an inspiration in my life. It is a reminder that the hard times are worth it in the end.


                                                    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.

2 comments:

  1. This is the first time I've read this poem. What a wonderful one to have in your heart's memory. "Broken branches show the scars..." I love that. The branches of my Sheltering Tree have scars, but I believe they have made me what I am today and I want to shelter others who are facing the "winds and much of strife."

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