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The Tree
And Inherited Memory
A play for radio/television/stage Frederick Covins © 2002 approx. 60 mins.


IDIOT: The most important thing about living is to touch perfection in that which we most want to do. Today we will touch perfection and in so doing live more in that moment than most people in a lifetime.
SECHS: Goodbye, dear idiot.
VIGILS: Goodbye.
IDIOT: Be assured, we shall live again, as trees.
SECHS: Does your memory hold some words for us today?
IDIOT: I think so… footsteps approach
SEIS: Your guards have their protective suits on and you have your final pills. The guards will accompany you to the place that has been prepared and will complete their task after you have taken your pills. Central Unit having generously agreed to your request I hope you will go quietly. Goodbye Sechs.

SECHS: Goodbye, Seis. I am sorry.
SEIS: Move out. Sound of shuffling feet
IDIOT: intoning There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; Turn wheresoe’er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The rainbow comes and goes, and lovely is the rose. The moon doth with delight look round her when the heavens are bare, waters on a starry night are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; but yet I know, where’er I go that there hath passed away a glory from the earth. But there’s a tree of many one. A single field which I have looked upon, both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet doth the same tale repeat:…....




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