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The Shocklach Oak |Tree Planting


Ye who pass by and raise your

hand against me -

hearken ere you harm me.

I am the heat of your hearth on

the cold nights,

the friendly shade screening you

from the sun,

and my fruits are refreshing


that quench your thirst

as you journey on.

I am the beam that holds your


the board of your table,

the bed on which you lie

and the timber with which you

build your boat.

I am the handle of your hoe,

the door of your homestead,

the wood of your cradle and

the shell of your coffin.

I have the sap of kindness and

the flower of beauty.

Ye who listen to my prayer,

harm me not.

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