Men and ‘Orees 

I like a man who likes a tree 
And want no better company, 
For such a man, I always find, 
Is just the sort and kind 
Who’s not content unless it be 
He, too, can grow much like a tree. 
I like a man who likes a tree, 
No further introduction he 
Will ever need to win my heart; 
To me he is the counterpart 
Of usefulness, and comfort, too, 
And does the good few others do. 
I like a man who likes a tree, 
He’s so much more of a man to me; 
For when he sees its blessings there, 
In some way, too, he wants to share 
Whatever gifts his own may be 
In helping others, like a tree. 
For trees, you know are friends indeed, 
They satisfy such human need; 
In summer shade, in winter fire, 
With flower and fruit meet all desire, 
And if a friend to man you’d be, 
You must befriend him like a tree. 
— CHARLES A. HEATH 
Compliments Hemingway Tree Farms 
