a 
High on a mountain pass 
Facing alone all Nature’s 
wrath, 
Twisted and torn by eternal 
storm, 
Brave with your bark and 
your branches worn, 
Rugged and rigid you stand 
alone, 
Rooted and anchored in 
hardest stone. 
—Charles Bowman Hutchins 


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CUTTING’S NURSERY 
BYRON, MINNESOTA 
