You seem to be taller than any tree in the forest --
The average is a hundred feet, I'd bet,

The wood that you're made of is weather-resistant --
As near to perfection as it can get,

A long time ago men discovered your qualities --
Tall, gracefully tapered and stout,

I wonder how many of your kind are in Lebanon --
One day I must figure it out,

Only two trees in the forest are so durable --
The redwood, I am told, is the other,

Will ironwood replace iron in this day of innovation? --
Necessity is invention's mother,

If I had ten to the sixth of your family members --
Immaculate, without climbing-iron holes,

I'd set you all upright to stand for a century --
One million local telephone poles.

by D. Edgar Murray 06/23/2000.