The Lonely Tree

A twisted ash, a ragged fir,
A silver birch with leaves astir.

Men talk of forests broad and deep
Where summer-long the shadows sleep.

Though I love forests deep and wide,
The lone tree on the bare hillside,

The brave wind-bitten lonely tree
Is rooted in the heart of me —

A twisted ash, a ragged fir,
A silver birch with leaves astir.
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