Good Timber - A Family Favorite for Generations

Good Timber

by Douglas Malloch

The tree that never had to fight


For sun and sky and air and light,


But stood out in the open plain


And always got its share of rain,


Never became a forest king


But lived and died a scrubby thing.


The man who never had to toil


To gain and farm his patch of soil,


Who never had to win his share


Of sun and sky and light and air,


Never became a manly man


But lived and died as he began.


Good timber does not grow with ease:


The stronger wind, the stronger trees;


The further sky, the greater length;


The more the storm, the more the strength.


By sun and cold, by rain and snow,


In trees and men good timbers grow.


Where thickest lies the forest growth,


We find the patriarchs of both.


And they hold counsel with the stars


Whose broken branches show the scars


Of many winds and much of strife.


This is the common law of life.