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The cutting edge of Fall Shears the leaves from trees, Exposing them as ramrod tall Soldiers soon to freeze. These warriors of wood Battle with the gale Defiantly they’re braced, and should Be, when Fall-winds wail. Are we as brave as well? How will we bear the burn Of winter’s sleeted, bone-chilled hell? Trees, help us learn.

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Date: 1/16/2012 3:36:00 PM
Enjoyed reading this one..Yes, it always amazes me how trees, flowers, shrubs, and weeds make it through the winter..Great way to express the topic..Sara
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