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[Newspaper clipping]

The Westwood Oaks.
Where moaned the forest, now the
pasture sleeps,
One oak in twenty acres you may
find.
The rest went sailing, full a hundred
ships,
When the Armada swelled before
the wind.

They moulder by hid reef or loud sea
wall;
They bear the weeds, who bore the
leaf of old,
Time-rotted and tide-ridden are they
all,
Save one in twenty acres of ba[ck?]
wold.

--Eric Chilman