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A wooden sign nailed to a tree

Warped and weathered to such degree

It bears no message to passersby

Of what was said, by whom or why.

Its paint long faded and peeled away

There’s nothing now it can convey

As it stares out on this country lane

For reasons it cannot explain

To this lone trav’ler journeying by

Tho’ it did manage to catch my eye

And offer reflection oh so clear

On why God chose to put me here.

A wooden sign nailed to a tree

Now unburdened to such degree

It’s message to all passersby

Is one no words can signify.

G.F. Cantrell

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