Well another booth I stopped at at the fair was the small woodlot owners association. I got a few of their newsletters and this poem was in one of them.It is by Clark L. Stevens who was chair of the UNH forestry Dept 1938-1958. I think this is right up there with very famous and beloved poems.
If I could learn the secrets of the tree,
the art of living fully in one spot;
of using wisely that which is my lot;
to grow above my lesser company
though still a part of community;
to fight the menace of an inner rot
or outer parasite, for one cannot
of all such enemies be wholly free.
If I could learn to alternate the days
of strong production with the days of rest
and in my older years provide the best
of strength, of beauty, and of shaded ways.
How fortunate indeed my life would be,
if I had the powere of the tree.
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