AUTHOR-Suzanna Susquehanna
Not much is known about Suzanna. She may have written this poem:
Natural Christmas Tree*
A botanist naturalist would relish it all,
Flowers in springtime and tree leaves in fall.
He’d use weird words, big words, describing them, too,
Words that are foreign to me and to you.
“Pseudotsuga macrocarpa” he’d write,
When “Douglas Fir Pine Tree” is all he’d need type.
A botanist naturalist most surely would gag,
To see a fir tree with a red for-sale tag.
Irresponsibly, he’d feel, it had been cut down,
Wrenched roughly from nature, and taken to town.
Never to grow to magnificent height,
Never again covered with blue snow at night.
A Douglas Fir Pine Tree I’ll always recall,
Sparkling and cheery in Christmas decked halls.
Its fresh fragrance boosting the spirit of joy,
Its loving boughs hiding a wrapped-up new toy.
But a botanist naturalist might never agree,
That there’s beauty and glory in each Christmas tree.
*Part of the Douglas Fir Anthology, Copyright, 1995
Douglas waits for the Children to find him!