Does anyone know who wrote a poem called "good Timber"

-- tom coles (tcoles8278@prodigy.net), February 08, 2000

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Good Timber

The tree that never had to fight For sun and sky and air and light, But stood out in an open plain And always got it's 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 greatter length, The more the storm the mor 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.

Douglas Malloch

-- ilza (ilza@pobox.com), February 09, 2000.