Unseen Blossoms

Often one sees an orchard blooming bright With blossoms clustering gaily on its boughs, Beneath the shade the spotted cattle browse, All tended well with work and proud delight.

Now on this farm the trees are gnarled and grey, Alone the ghostly chimney stern and tall Still stands, and unseen petals softly fall Where once the children joined to laugh and play.

How sad is this deserted spot. We wait And deeply think upon the vacant farms From virgin forests won by stalwart arms. Small spruce again grow over the estate.

Through endless days of fortitude and skill These pioneers had worked with faith and pride And trusting still in that same faith they died. The thoughts of gallant days inspire us still.