Poetry of Kansas
 

The Planting of the
Cottonwood Tree.

The building of the cabin home,
    The planting of the trees,
The breaking of the virgin soil__
    What tender memories!
What stories, told of other days,
    Come drifting back to me,
I think this one the best of all,
    The planting of this tree.
 
A little sprout she carried there
When first the home was bought,
For mother said "a treeless home
    Was such a lonely spot."
And by the door where summer's breeze
    Would tune its leaves to song
She planted it and nourished till
    Its roots grew firm and strong.
 
Dear cottonwood, so lovely then,
    How wide and tall it grew.
What joy to those long absent when
    Its top first came to view!
A sentinel it seemed to be
    That stood majestic there,
And guarded those who dwelt within
    That dear old home so fair.
 
'Twas mother's tree! And it has stood
    For thirty years or more,
Where loving hands had planted it
    Beside that cottage door.
The song-birds came and nested there,
    And 'neath its cooling shade,
The boys and girls that blessed the home
    Their first playhouses made.

__Ed. Blair.

Sunflower Siftings
Ed Blair
(Boston: The Gorham Press. 1914)
Page 155

 
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