Among the flowing river
Filled with fish in its stiller parts
Rushing loudly in those that move
A cypress knee
Rising solemnly above the flow
But not standing tall enough or broad enough
To make much of a difference
Except to passing boats
Whose hulls it might scrape
Or serve as tying-off point
There is some comfort in these:
It stands where it can be seen
And so it is not treacherous
Even if it is often to avoided;
It does not make of itself the sort
Others might cut down
For timber and shingles.
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