University of Wisconsin Stout - Tower Yearbook (Menomonie, WI)

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- Yesterday the twig was brown and bare; To-day the glint of green is there; Tomorrow will be leaflets spare; I know no thing so wondrous fair, No miracle so strangely rare. The I

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1 ■ flMMfl H ' V ■ ' . , ' ; ' , M THE RED CEDAR think that I shall never see A poem loi el) as a tree. A tree whose hungry month is prest Against the sweet earth s flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of whins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

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The TOWER 1 , ON THE BANKS OF THE WINDING SI , I 1