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| our class tree (who we named Roger) |
Poet's Tree
Underneath the poet tree,
Come and rest awhile with me,
And watch the way the word-web weaves
Between the shady story leaves.
The branches of the poet tree
Reach from the mountains to the sea.
So come and dream, or come and climb –
just don't get hit by falling rhymes!
-Shel Silverstein
