ARBOR DAY VERSES

Evening Post, Issue 28, 1 August 1936, Page 20

ARBOR DAY VERSES

ARBOR DAY SONG

Our trees. we cherish lest".treamt no mori ' SllOUlu.ffOW, : .' : ' - . : . ' ';- And native aongster this, land : should c»a»» t» We heed the danger' that -threatens- bird and tree* ■. v \\: -^; Fight for our bushland that this may never be. Kauri and kowhai. the scarlet rata vines. Malre, tawhal.- rSmu, and stately native pines. We love the stillness of shaded. Woodland tool, Musio of the beHblrd in the evening cool. Fruit : of .the forest alone our birds can feed. Stems of trees unbending provide the hornet we need. ' So we must strive to save from wanton hand This sacred forest, the beauty of our land. ~— C. M. MoncriefrV ARBOR DAY RHYMES. "I'll plant a poplar tree," says Kat*. / '"Twill grow so tall beside the gat* I And make a pleasant place to wait." "I'll plant a maple tree," says Fred, "Then I'll have syrup for my bread. And leaves of yellow and of red." "I'll plant a-mutberry," says Jen, "The birds will like our garden then. And perhaps will never leave again." "I'll plant a walnut tree," says Lou, "Then I'll have nuts for all of you. And pleasant shade In summer, too." "I'll plant an apple tree," says Claire, "Then I'll have fragrance In the air, And luscious fruit to keep and share." FRANCES HIGGINS. TREES. (Original.) The day was bright and the sky was blue, The trees were dressed in their bright grtea hue. ' . Helping the day alone. For without these trees what would we dd? Thank you. Mother Mature, 'twas thoughtful .of you To think of this decoration. The trees are the home of the little bird, 'TIS there they mnlse their sweet songs heard, The real songs of the world. For without tlioso songs what would we do? Thank you, Mother Nature, 'twas thoughtful of you. To think of this great creation. "PEKIXESE" «X). Kilbtrnte. TREES AND BIRDS. ' (Original.) As I sat iv the shade of the olfi willow tree I thought of tho many trees there would b» If they were all together, And in the different weather, Romo would be dropping. Some would be fine. And some would be straitfei like the-friendly old pine. In the'summer the trtts would kav« leaves so green, But in the winter none would be seen, For the trees would be bare. Hardly a bird would twitter there. For they would fly off to warmer countries Where the weather was sunny and warm, you see. But In the summer they'd come back agaiu When the «un was there, and no sign of riln Could be seen, They'd twitter gaily amongst the green. - '■• "IGE-CRKAM" (12). Kilblrnle. * "