Up The Hill Until

This old Red Gum

keeps the scene.

This old Red Gum

strengthens me.

I stand here and know

this tree has grown

a hundred years.

This tree

is like the lighthouse.

It shines white in any light,

the rising sap calls to all

who will and really do

listen.

It sings:

I am The Keeper Tree

stand by me.

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