A GREAT TREE

He was a stranger to most.

Few knew his name.  He stood

full.  Broad shoulders.  A man

without a boyhood.  Capable hands

scared from hard work.  He was between

young and old.  Thick wavy hair.

Wire rimmed glasses; searching, curious eyes.

Goodness in his voice.  Mountains climbed

and rivers explored.  No mention of family

no photos of friends.  He labored well

at his work.  Rented a one room

apartment.  Hob nail boots.  He waited

for no one.  Had no need for roadmaps.

Was always on time.  No umbrella;

rain posed no problem to him.

Few would understand him.  No one

Challenged his past.

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