A Nature Lover's Appeal
In April dogwood stars went out In many a woodland glade; The redbud’s flame Was quenched in shame, By wanton vandals’ raid.
Now, rhododendron, lordly—proud, And laurel, dainty—gay, Must meet the doom Of plants that bloom Along the state highway.
O, you who love the green that lives, The flowers that come and go; Arise and save These gifts God gave From those who use them so.