THE silver birch is a dainty lady, She wears a satin gown; The elm tree makes the old churchyard shady, She will not live in town. The English oak is a sturdy fellow, He gets his green coat late; The willow is smart in a suit of yellow, While brown the beech trees wait. Such a gay green gown God gives the larches -- As green as He is good! The hazels hold up their arms for arches When Spring rides through the wood. 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE VILLAGE by HAYDEN CARRUTH FRAGMENTARY BLUE by ROBERT FROST FOR REMEMBERING HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU by JAMES GALVIN WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN POETRY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LAMP OF LIFE by AMY LOWELL |