Not many things on God’s green earth
add beauty with expanded girth
or grow in strength and fortitude,
alone in stately solitude
more simply and more naturally
than trees.
I have, with trees, a love affair
And often times I do despair
At new homesites and shopping malls—
Backhoe, please don’t kill them all;
Leave some for shade and beauty’s sake—
Trees please.
Poet, Joyce Kilmer said it best,
instilled in children and the rest
of mankind how we all are blessed
with beauty and we should possess
a soupçon of noblesse oblige
toward trees.

8/6/2026
I like this. In its gentle way, it fills the place for a poem that would sit very comfortably in a local anthology or be read aloud at an Arbour Day celebration. It isn't trying to dazzle with elaborate metaphor or surprising twists; instead, it succeeds through sincerity and a genuine affection for its subject. My favourite aspect is that the trees are never really the point. They become a quiet reminder that beauty and strength often take centuries to achieve, yet can disappear in an afternoon under the bucket of a digger. That's a gentle message, delivered with warmth rather than accusation, and I think that restraint is one of the poem's greatest strengths.