I LOVE A TREE
by Samuel N. Baxter
When I pass on to my reward,Whatever that may be,I’d like my friends to think of meAs one who loved a tree.
I may not have a statesman’s poise,Nor thrill a crowd with speech,But I can benefit mankindIf I set out a beech.
If I transport a sapling oakTo rear its mighty head,’Twill shade and shelter those who comeLong after I am dead.
If in the park I plant an elm,Where children come to play,To them ’twill be a childhood shrineThat will not soon decay.
Of if I plant a tree with fruit,On which the birds may feed,I’ve helped to foster feathered friends,And that’s a worthy deed.
For winter, when the days grow shortAnd spirits may run low,I’d plant a pine upon the ‘scape;’Twould lend a cheering glow.
I’d like a tree to mark the spotWhere I am laid to rest,To me ‘twould be an epitaphThat I would love the best.
And though not carved upon a stoneFor those who come to see,My friends would know that resting hereIs one who loved a tree.
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