"The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease,
The stronger wind, the stronger trees,
The further sky, the greater length,
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men good timbers grow.”
One thing we know about July: good eggs do not grow with ease. We do our share of toiling our patch of soil, striving to win our share of sun and sky through the walls of rain and freezing wind and bogging mud. And we know: without the rains and mud, the grass would never have this sparkling green colour. By ‘sun and cold’, good yolks and good men grow 😊
—from the poem “Good Timber” by Douglas Malloch. He grew up among logging camps and lumber yards, which inspired his poetry, like our favourite farmer poet Robert Frost.
#eggs #pastured #grass #rains #poetry #poetryandfarming
Photography by Yana, in the short amount of time when the sun shone through 😅
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease,
The stronger wind, the stronger trees,
The further sky, the greater length,
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men good timbers grow.”
One thing we know about July: good eggs do not grow with ease. We do our share of toiling our patch of soil, striving to win our share of sun and sky through the walls of rain and freezing wind and bogging mud. And we know: without the rains and mud, the grass would never have this sparkling green colour. By ‘sun and cold’, good yolks and good men grow 😊
—from the poem “Good Timber” by Douglas Malloch. He grew up among logging camps and lumber yards, which inspired his poetry, like our favourite farmer poet Robert Frost.
#eggs #pastured #grass #rains #poetry #poetryandfarming
Photography by Yana, in the short amount of time when the sun shone through 😅
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