Classic Poem

The poplar is a lonely tree,
It has no branches spreading wide
Where birds may sing or squirrels hide.
It throws no shadow on the grass
Tempting the wayfarers who pass
To stop and sit there quietly.

The poplar is a slender tree,
It has no boughs where children try
To climb far off into the sky,
To hold a swing, it's far too weak,
Too small it is for hide-and-seek,
Friendless, forsaken it must be.

The poplar is a restless tree,
At every breeze its branches bend
And signal to the child, “Come, friend.”
Its leaves forever whispering
To thrush and robin, “Stay and sing,”
They pass. It quivers plaintively.

Poplars are lonely. They must grow
Close to each other in a row.