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 In any landscape A tree is the natural place to stop. A tired mother might bring her children To play quietly in its shade, To tell them stories of faraway places. In the imagination of a little boy, A tree might become the mighty mast of a pirate ship The sentry tower of a besieged castle The smooth and gleaming booster of a spaceship Aimed at planets unknown and wonderful. A little boy might learn to play marbles under its shade He might lie under it and gaze through its swaying canopy At the clouds as they form and re-form, At the stars as they wheel, unchanged, in the sky. A bigger boy might lean against its sturdy trunk Dazzled and amazed And might dare to hold hands with the Giggling girl of his current dreams. A grown up boy might bring his own little boy To sit under the cool leaves of a tree, And tell him astonishing stories of pirates and castles and spaceships Aimed at planets unknown and wonderful. In any landscape A tree is the natural place to stop. In it's dappled, drowsy shade Calm and at peace, We can rest. —by Jennifer Smith, In Memory of Jacob E. Thiede
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