236 ARBOR DAY 



If I could find a higher tree, 

 Farther and farther I could see, 

 To where the grown-up river slips 

 Into the sea among the ships - 



To where the roads on either hand 

 Lead onward into fairyland, 

 Where all the children dine at five, 

 And all the playthings are alive. 



THE POPULAR POPLAR TREE 



BY BLANCHE WILLIS HOWARD 



WHEN the great wind sets things whirling, 



And rattles the window-panes, 

 And blows the dust in giants 



And dragons tossing their manes; 

 When the willows have waves like water, 



And children are shouting with glee; 

 When the pines are alive and the larches 



Then hurrah for you and me, 

 In the tip o' the top o' the top o' the tip of the popu- 

 lar poplar tree! 



Don't talk about Jack and the Beanstalk 



He did not climb half so high! 

 And Alice in all her travels 



Was never so near the sky! 



