Tree of Life
A seed on the edge of a field,
To pay a recompense,
The rain, storms and a title deed,
Then saved by a border fence.
The sheep to graze, the cattle maize,
The sapling spared the day,
The seasons turn, the stubble burns,
The trunk is leaned away.
Now landmark stands on barren land,
Protected by a writ,
Take heed of the greed of a nations need,
To life! To life! To it!
ęPhilip Holden



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