TREES
It’s Arbor Day. Remember Arbor Day when you were a kid? I bet you had to memorize that poem…Like most songs and poems once known in their entirety, I can only remember the first two lines of Kilmer’s grade school favorite. So, I looked it up:
Trees
by Joyce Kilmer
(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)
Dale Hobson, our resident poet, who considers this one of the lesser efforts in the English language, does point out that it’s the only poem/poet recognized on the New Jersey Turnpike with its own rest stop, named for Kilmer. Speaking of Dale, it’s the last day of National Poetry Month and Dale has been writing a poem a day throughout April. If you haven’t checked out the month-long poetry blog, slide over there…Dale has written some wonderful verse:
Tree-planting is the best Arbor Day activity. My husband planted half a dozen apple trees yesterday which he started from seed. I tend to forget that trees come from seeds, after decades of buying saplings.
Tags: arbor day, Joyce Kilmer, trees
