by Irving Vanderblock-Wheedle.
Westward the willows whisper; Southward the sycamore; Eastward the elms grow crisper; Northward the banyans roar. Upward the birch-tree reaches; Downward the cypress digs; Leftward is loud with beeches; Rightward is fraught with figs. Inward the linden grumbles; Outward the locust flails; Softly the sago stumbles; Hardly the hemlock hails. Often the dogwood stammers; Seldom the cypress bends; Always the hornbeam hammers; Never the redwood ends.