How often have you seen it? Two sets of initials, and a heart, carved into a tree.
Just the sight of it brings to mind so many memories; both your own and the unknown memories of the one that left that timeless inscription.
Who were those two faceless lovebirds? Did they ever come back to this place to visit again this herald of their affections.
Or maybe… it’s the record of love hoped for, engraved by a lonely heart, wishing for what could be.
How is it that trees are so often interwoven with our earliest memories of love? Perhaps it has to do with the sentiment we feel towards the trees themselves.
As prevalent as the imagery of hearts, silently cut into the bark of a tree, so is the portrait of the classic “tree huger”.
To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them — the whole leaf and root tribe. ~Henry Ward Beecher
I LOVE A TREE
When I pass to my reward.
Whatever that may be,
I’d like my friends to think of me
As one who loved a tree.
I may not have a statesman’s poise
Nor thrill a throng with speech
But I may benefit mankind
If I set out a beech.
If I transport a sapling oak
To rear its mighty head
Twill make for them a childhood shrine,
That will not soon decay.
Of if I plant a tree with fruit,
On which the birds may feed,
Then I have fostered feathered friends
And that’s a worthy deed.
For winter when the days grow short
And spirits may run low
I’d plant a pine upon the scape
T’would lend a cheery glow.
I’d like a tree to mark the spot
Where I am laid to rest
For that would be the epitaph
That I would like the best.
Tho it’s not carved upon a stone
For those who come to see
But friends would know that resting there
Is he, who loved a tree
— Samuel N. Baxter
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