Cynthia White, of Valley Head, requested that the
following poem be shared with subscribers:
The Legend of the Dogwood
When Christ was on earth, the dogwood grew
To a stately size and a lovely hue.
It was strong and firm, its branches interwoven
For the cross of Christ its timbers were chosen.
Seeing the distress at this use of their wood
Christ made a promise which still holds good:
“Never again shall the dogwood grow large enough to be used so.
Slender and twisted, it shall be
With cross-shaped blossoms for all to see.
Its petals have bloodstains marked in brown
The blossom’s center wears a thorny crown.
All who see it will remember Me
Crucified on a cross from the dogwood tree.
Cherished and protected this tree shall be
A reminder to all of my agony.”