Poem June 26, 1976 ISSUE

THE TREE

(to be read starting at the bottom)

Eleanor Young Clapp

of all.is the fruit and seedLOVE, its season never ending,when the fruit, like blessings, falls.THANKFULNESS I feel while gatheringand see the fruit grow ripe and whole.I could feel the warm sun circlingVIGOR and new GROWTH.Water came, like INSPIRATION, giving—UPENDING all the weeds and stubborn stones.in the blossoms. Now the harder taskNow a season of DEFENDING while REJOICINGvision of the ripened fruit.Always in my thought I kept thedaily WATCHFULNESS and TENDING.PATIENCE now and eager HOPE,all slanted toward the sun.then moreI'd planted;from seedat first,Two leaves

Eleanor Young Clapp

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