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"National Beauty"

by Lili Bazargan

Pages 4 and 5 of 33

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red wood
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Chloe O'Loughlin
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Thick, far reaching, immense 
Roots digging deep, bark breaking
They call it “red” wood.
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rain wood
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Chloe O'Loughlin
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Rain beats down upon my leaves
Pitter, patter, until each drop shatters
A stream of life gathers in my weave 
Making it hard not to reprieve 
All until the sky becomes dry 
No more pitter, patter until I  begin to cry
Revive the water to drop a little longer
My branches spare just enough to share
Down below, where my roots grow low
The quivering returns from heights far beyond the clouds
As long as I am able 
I will do all I can to keep this earth stable.
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