TREES.
, (Copied.) The silver birch is a dainty lady,. ' She wears a satin gown; The elm tree makes the old churchyards shady, ' He will not live in town. The English oak is a sturdy fellow. He gets his green coat late; The willow is smart in of yellow. While brown the beech trees wait. The chestnut's proud, and" the lilac's pretty. The poplar's gentle and tall, But the plane tree's kind to the poor, dull city— I love him best of all. ' "JINGLE BELLS" (12). * ■ * • SONG FOR AUTUMN. Here lies a feather From some hurrying bird Whose song we may have heard ' .' In soft' summer weather n When trees held together - And wind seldom, stirred. Now leaves are falling » ' And this feather> lies here'; It is -the -wind we hear Instead of birds caling. Now earth is recalling The fall of the year. • . —R.E.W.
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Evening Post, Volume CXXVII, Issue 147, 24 June 1939, Page 27
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144TREES. Evening Post, Volume CXXVII, Issue 147, 24 June 1939, Page 27
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