(10 March 1861 – 7 March 1913 / Chiefswood, Ontario)

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The Giant Oak

And then the sound of marching armies 'woke
Amid the branches of the soldier oak,
And tempests ceased their warring cry, and dumb
The lashing storms that muttered, overcome,
Choked by the heralding of battle smoke,
When these gnarled branches beat their martial drum.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
Edited: Wednesday, August 15, 2012


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