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Fay Slimm.

So Met.

 

 

So Met.

 

Why do young moor trees out-face each attack 

with ironized knuckles and scars pummeled black ?

 

Bark, tho\' wind-blasted and knarled stays alive

when gale-force determines no branch will survive.

 

How can fragile shoots beneath soil grow claws 

as wild aim to split limbs becomes greater force ?


Battle of will-power births need for fierce fight 

yet if rooted in Self sapling-strength can revive.

 

Like the stance of a moorland wind-bent tree

so met be life\'s lashes to challenge humanity.