Next week is Arbor Day and I remembered a poem I received from a Warwick High School classmate in 1965. The author was Virginia Clark Benedict, 1952 graduate. Virginia was known as Ginger Clark in high school. Ginger passed away a few years ago. Here is the poem as it was hand written to me.
My Tree Oh tree of Mystic qualities,
Let me stand by thee;
And tell me of the many things,
That you’ve been let to see;
Of Pilgrims toiling near your boughs,
Working with their hand-hewn ploughs,
The Indians walking soft of foot,
And climbing you for their outlook.
Of love, and fear, and hate, and pain,
And lifting leaves to summer rain.
Did children often chance to peek,
While playing games of hide-n-seek?
Or travelers sit by you to rest,
Just your being there, they did bless.
I’d cringe to see you cut and fell,
What wonderful stories you could tell!
EDWARD S. PIETRZAK, WARWICK CLASS OF 1952