My life is a tree,
Yoke-fellow of the earth;
Pledged,
By roots too deep for remembrance,
To stand hard against the storm,
To fill by Place.
(But high in the branches of my green tree there is a wild
bird singing:
Wind-free are the wings of my bird: she hath built no
mortal nest.)
The Tree
Karle Wilson Baker
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Poem topics: green, life, wind, wild, earth, deep, place, storm, hard, stand, high, tree, bird, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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