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NAKED TAMARACK TREES
Do they hide away in shame those graceful
tamarack trees,
Now their fine needles have left them, stand naked
in the breeze?
In full radiance that shimmer through long
summer days
And in fall, glowing richest gold in the sun’s
cooler rays.
Now in mid-November we cannot see them
there at all,
Did they deeper into the forest with injured
pride crawl?
Where are our sweet gentle tamarack trees so
graceful and bold?
The other tree friends in the forest their secret
never told.
But see, the young ones still bravely all
naked stand
At the edge of the forest with courage
hand in hand.
Are they just too young and innocent to
be aware
Of their cold nakedness, so of shame
be unaware?
I am grateful for those young tamarack
that stay
By the side of the snowy road and in their bold
fragility sway.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 12 November 2005