(Blythe Park School Living Classroom)
In the Garden of Eden, planted by God,
There were goodly trees in the springing sod,
Trees of beauty and height and grace,
To stand in splendor before his face.
Apple and hickory, ash and pear,
Oak and beech and the tulip rare,
The trembling aspen, the noble pine,
The sweeping elm by the river line;
Trees for the birds to build in and sing.
And the lilac tree for a joy in spring;
Trees to turn at the frosty call
And carpet the ground for their Lord's footfall.
Trees for fruitage and fire and shade,
Trees for the cunning builder's trade,
Wood for the bow, the spear and the flail.
The keel and the mast of the daring sail;
He made them of every grain and girth,
For the use of man in the Garden of Earth,
Then lest the soul should not lift her eyes
From the gift to the Giver of Paradise,
On the crown of a hill for all to see,
God planted a scarlet maple tree.
|-- Bliss Carmen|
Above the arching jimson weeds flare twos
And twos of sallow, yellow butterflies.
Like blooms of lorn primroses blowing loose
When autumn winds arise.
|-- James Whitcomb Riley|
Sub-kingdom -- Arthropoda.
Class -- Insecta.
Order -- Lepidoptera.
Sub-Order -- Heterocera.
Family -- Arctiidae.
Genus -- Isia.
Species -- Isabella.
I like the plants that you call weeds,
Sedge, hardhack, mullein, yarrow,
Which knit their leaves and sift their seeds
Where any grassy wheel-track leads
Through country by-ways narrow.
|-- Lucy Larcom|
And now from yonder beech-trunk, sheer and sterile
The rat-tat-tat of the woodpecker's bill;
The sharp, staccato barking of a squirrel,
A dropping nut, and all again is still.
I feel the year's slow-beating heart
The sky's chill prophesy I know;
And welcome the consummate art
Which weaves for earth this mantle of snow.
(Sir R. B. Forbes)