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A giraffe came by the willow tree Stopped to gaze and talk to me. For he was very lean and tall A pillar, a column, a walking wall. And as he looked down upon my face His eyes were wide two pools in space, As they engulfed, the countryside, The sky above, held me inside - Their special height and slant of things Their special view of every thing, And I could see by looking up The wealth within his loving cup That thinks and drinks the sun and sky And watches us from way up high. And yet I found it sad to see That he could never reach down to me For he was too tall, too much ideal And I was too small, too much the real. So, this angular figure, graceful and wise Of astounding vision and cool clear eyes Watched the sun rise, then watched it set Looked down on me and seemed to forget That I was as much a part of this scene As the sun in the sky, the oak in the green. Then the willow tree watching standing near by Saw the distance between us and started to cry she bowed down her head touching the ground And from that day to this, it's the way she'll be found.
GIRAFFE
