"To My MotherYou too, my mother, read my rhymesFor love of unforgotten times,And you may chance to hear once moreThe little feet along the floor.
Old is the tree and the fruit good,Very old and thick the wood.Woodman, is your courage stout?Beware! the root is wrapped aboutYour mother's heart, your father's bones;And like the mandrake comes with groans.
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Photo by Ian Turnell
Old is the tree and the fruit good,Very old and thick the wood.Woodman, is your courage stout?Beware...
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