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The Upper Rouge River

Tree in the Upper Rogue

I sat by a tree in the river
I was walking the bank and came upon it
Here was a tree singing a sonnet
The sound in my ears I cannot remember
This stunning vision will last forever

It told of its life – how proud it had been
To stand tall, or even at all – right there
I listened to its tale with great interest
Learning what I could from its wisdom
Feeling loss for what it had been

Then a feeling of hope came upon me
Here was what remained of a life
The tree had done well against the odds
Its roots had been strong in life
Now in death its spirit lives on

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Convergence in the Upper Rogue

When two become one it is beautiful
Once they flow together they cannot be parted
Mixing together they become more
More than they were before
Stronger than they ever could have been

Where these come from is far apart
Merging together with a single heart
They mingle with each other
They touch and feel each other
They journey on together – forever

Certainly they meet others along their way
Some will go with and some will stay
It’s their journey together that weighs
It weighs in at the end of the day
It is a trip worth living – today

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