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“I think that I shall never see . . . A poem lovely as a tree.” These first lines of Joyce Kilmer’s poem “Trees” reflect deeply-held values for generations of Americans. No doubt, I stand among those who place great value on trees. As a boy I climbed them, drew them, and explored kid-sized wilderness wherever I could roam in even an acre of them.
prairie, tree, invasion, non-native, native, invasive, Timber Culture Act, windbreaks, farmstead, farm, Great Plains, Smoky Hills, threatened, environment, animals, birds, woodland, forest, prairie chicken, bobwhite quail, songbirds, fire, conservation