* * The poetry of Ruth T. Whittlesey * *

The Eucalyptus

Tall and straight and dignified,

Bowing with a graceful pride,

Having not a thing to hide.

Bees come looking for your honey;

Leaves are smiling bright and sunny;

Breezes laugh as though 'twere funny.

Years and years I've watched you grow:

Watched your blossoms come and go;

Wondered what you feel and know.

Little boys climb on your knee.

When I'm weak your strength I see,

Great big, friendly, stalwart tree.

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