I think that I shall never pee
On something better than a tree.
A tree whose hungry bark awaits
Each message from my canine mates;
A tree whose bark is never full,
But always waits, dependable;
A tree that may the year ’round bear
A thousand greetings I’ve left there,
And news of foe and friend and new
Arrivals, and of squirrels, too.
Though they’re baptized by such as me,
Only God can make a tree.
Trees: Zigmund Kilmer Steiner
