Happy Arbor Day! This is a holiday for trees and everyone who loves them. Today is also the last day of National Poetry Month, so I thought I'd share a couple of poems about trees. I hope all of these links work!
Here is a history of Arbor Day.
This is a statue of the man who first came up with the idea of a day to celebrate the importance of trees, Julius Sterling Morton.
Here is a link to the Arbor Day Foundation.
How should you celebrate Arbor Day?
If you own a yard, you might consider planting a native tree.
The National Wildlife Federation has a Native Plant Finder to help you find trees and other plants native to your area.
Plant Native has a Native Plant Nursery Finder. Just select your state and click Go to find places that sell native plants in your area.
If you don't have a yard, but you'd still like to plant some trees, you can donate to organizations that plant trees in the United States and around the world.
The National Wildlife Federation
Don't forget ecosia.org. This search engine plants a tree for every search. I'm up to 257 trees.
You can also learn about trees.
Identify trees in your area with this digital tree identification field guide from the Arbor Day Foundation.
Here is a short video from BBC news about how trees communicate with each other.
This is an article about things to do outside during earth month. Number 4 is how to make an acorn whistle. I've never heard of this before, but I think I'd like to try it.
As promised, here are a couple of poems about trees.
H. D. - 1886-1961
Silver dust
lifted from the earth,
higher than my arms reach,
you have mounted.
O silver,
higher than my arms reach
you front us with great mass;
no flower ever opened
so staunch a white leaf,
no flower ever parted silver
from such rare silver;
O white pear,
your flower-tufts,
thick on the branch,
bring summer and ripe fruits
in their purple hearts.
Joyce Kilmer - 1886-1918
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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