Today is National Arbor Day on the Rio Puerco

If we are marked to die, we are enow
To do our country loss, and if to live,

The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called National Arbor Day.
He that outlives this day and comes safe home
Will stand a-tiptoe when this day is named
And rouse him at the name of Arbor.

He that shall live this day and see old age
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors
And say, "Tomorrow is National Arbor."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say "These wounds I had on Arbor Day."

Old men forget, yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered;
This story shall the good man teach his son.

And gentlemen in Graduate school now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That planted with us upon National Arbor Day.