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A Legend of The Dogwood Tree |
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When Christ was on earth, the dogwood grew To a towering size with a lovely hue. Its branches were strong and interwoven And for Christ's cross its timbers were chosen. Being distressed at the use of this wood, Christ made a promise which still holds good: "Not ever again shall the dogwood grow To be large enough for such a tree, and so Slender and twisted it shall always be With cross-shaped blossoms for all to see. The petals shall have bloodstains marked in brown And the blossom's center a thorny crown. All who see it will think of me, Nailed to a cross from a dogwood tree. Protected and cherished this tree shall be, A reflection to all of my agony." |
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