Geocaching gives us moments to pause and reflect on poems from school, like Trees by Joyce Kilmer, or The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein, or this one that recently came to mind by George Pope Morris:
Woodman, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me,
And I'll protect it now.
'Twas my forefather's hand
That placed it near his cot;
There, woodman, let it stand,
Thy ax shall harm it not.
That old familiar tree,
Whose glory and renown
Are spread o'er land and sea—
And wouldst thou hew it down?
Woodman, forbear thy stroke!
Cut knot its earth-bound ties;
Oh, spare that agèd oak
Now towering to the skies!
When but an idle boy,
I sought its grateful shade;
In all their gushing joy
Here, too, my sisters played.
My mother kissed me here;
My father pressed my hand—
Forgive this foolish tear,
But let that old oak stand.
My heart-strings round thee cling,
Close as thy bark, old friend!
Here shall the wild-bird sing,
And still thy branches bend.
Old tree! the storm still brave!
And, woodman, leave the spot;
While I've a hand to save,
Thy ax shall harm it not.
George Pope Morris.
Placed in a location approved by the Fairfax County Park Authority. NO NIGHT GEOCACHING!
This geocache is well-camo'ed to keep its view from passers by, but should reveal itself with a bit of searching. Here are the coordinates, in Base 36: (N) 2AJCI (W) 4L9TM