Don't Forget the Tree
A Poem for Arbor Day - Author Unknown
Where halts the pilgrim for an hour
Let some tree rear its head,
Our work can greet him with a flower,
Or luscious fruit instead;
Plant for the dawning years a tree,
'Twill not be labor lost;
You'll live to bless the day and see
How little was the cost.
Plant trees upon the barren hill
And in the village street,
And shade the little sunny rill
Whose song is rich and sweet;
Where there's a will there is a way.
So let the children come
And plant a tree this Arbor Day -
A tree that stands for Home.
Methinks the rose will fairer bloom
Upon the bush we set,
And softer be its perfume
Above its coronet;
Let every child in Freedom's land
Hail Arbor Day with glee,
And plant with every busy hand
A shrub, a bush or tree.
God made the many trees for shade,
So plant one on this day,
In field, in town, in glen and glade
They yield a gentle sway;
In troops let all the children come
With music, song and cheer;
For Arbor Day is near to Home,
And Home is always dear.
Go plant a tree where none is found,
Make bright some treeless spot,
And as the ceaseless years go round
You will not be forgot;
From hill to hill, from shore to shore,
Let hands forget their play,
And men will bless forevermore
Our sacred Arbor Day.