Looking upon this tree with its quaint pretension
Of holding the earth, a leveret, in its claws,
Or marking the texture of its living bark,
A grey sea wrinkled by the winds of years,
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The honeyed warmness of his smile we understand with breeze of life. An old man's accent of speech we still remember. This is a brilliant poem very well penned.
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The honeyed warmness of his smile we understand with breeze of life. An old man's accent of speech we still remember. This is a brilliant poem very well penned.