A poem by Nancy Corinne Woodard

I am a Tree

I am a tree,
gnarled, twisted, bent;
Growth straight and tall
was my intent
But wind-whipped gales from a
storm-tossed sea
Battered my branches relentlessly.
No beauty of stature or form I claim.
Homely, rugged, bleak and plain,
But, deep within the heart of me
Is strength born of adversity.

Whipped by gales of deep despair,
Of trouble, sorrow, worry, care,
We carry scars that do not show
And cover wounds only we may know
But look within and you will see
Strength, born of adversity.

By Nancy Corinne Woodard
Born July 23, 1903

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