Saturday, November 22, 2014


Wellsville Elementary School
ARBOR DAY CELEBRATION
April 30, 2010


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A History of Arbor Day

Read by:
Skyler

The History of Arbor Day

 


"Arbor Day Greeting"

  Read by:
 Mikayla
  Madison
  Bradley

We have come with joyful greeting,
Songs of gladness, voices gay,
Parents, friends, and happy children,
All to welcome Arbor Day.
Here we plant the trees whose-branches,
Warmed by breath of summer days,
Nourished by the dews and showers,
Soon shall wave in leafy sprays.

 

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Let us plant throughout our borders,

O'er our lands so far and wide,

Treasures from the leafy forest,

Vale, and hill, and mountain side;

Rooted deep, oh let them flourish,

Sturdy giants may they be!
Emblems of the cause we cherish -
Education broad and free.


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Gentle winds will murmur softly,
Zephyrs float on noiseless wing;

'Mid their boughs shall thrush and robin,

Build their nests and sweetly sing.

'Neath their shady arms will childhood

   Weary of the nootide heat,
In its cool inviting shadow,

Find a pleasant, safe retreat.


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Hug a Tree Today
A poem by:
Susan M. Paprocki

Read by: Jake, Cheyenne, Julia, & Madison

Why not hug a tree today
Or pat it on it's bark?
Give a tree a great big squeeze
At home or in the park,


Find the tree you like the best
And stand beneath it's shade.
Stretch your arms around its trunk
And hug until you fade.

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Imagine the birds that have lived in your tree,
Imagine the squirrel in its nest.
A tree is a home to all that come,
The perfect place to rest.


So put your arms around your tree,
Whether its short or tall.
Hug your tree - you'll feel so good
,
Winter, spring, summer or fall.

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ARBOR DAY
Poem By Betty Foust Smith
Read by:  Andrianna

"Tree Planting Day" they called it

In Nebraska long ago.

Now we call it Arbor Day, and

 Oh, I love it so!

I love to plant a growing thing-

A tree, a shrub, a vine-

And know it will for years and years

Keep growing there, a sign

To children who come after me

That someone thought of them,

And left behind a living friend

More precious than a gem.


IN THE SHADE OF A TREE

A Poem by Thelma Ireland

Read by:  Melissa & Sydney


I like to lie beneath a tree

and think of what trees mean to me

and everyone; their many uses.

They're used for houses and cabooses.

They make the fires so we cook

when we are camped beside a brook.

The campfires make us warm and dry
and send up sparks toward the sky.  

They're used for boats for work or larks.

They're used for rafts, canoes, and arks.  

They give us whistles from the willows  

and even leaves that make soft pillows.

We sharpen their boughs into picks

and use them for our wiener sticks.

They're fun to climb; swing from-their branches.

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Trees in a row protect the ranches.
They harbor birds the whole year long,
who pay their rent with joyful song.
Trees give us many kinds of fruits.
In Holland, kids wear wooden boots.
Trees furnish flavoring and spice
and nuts and other things as nice.
In Portugal, the cork trees grow.
Trees give us rubber, too, you know.
That trees are useful, there's no doubt.
Are there some uses I left out?
 
by Thelma Ireland


Dedication

Read by:
Lucien

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