I'm like One Tracker and Dennis . . . I don't actively seek out poplar (or pine or other softwoods or less desirable wood species) since I would rather spend my time and energy working on better BTU wood, but I am not averse to burning it either and will cut one down if it's in my way or starting to die off.
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to burn every wood species under Heaven.
A time to burn popple, a time to burn maples
A time to split, a time to cut
A time to stack, a time to travel to Naples
A time to work, a time to play with the mutt.
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to burn every wood species, under Heaven
A time to burn pine, a time with friends and family dine.
A time to burn apple, a time to rest and down a Snapple
A time to split up and down, a time to wear your wife's best shoes and Jr. Prom gown.
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to burn every wood species, under Heaven
A time to fell some oaks, a time to hang out with your blokes.
A time to burn some ash, a time to take care of that poison ivy rash.
A time to burn black locust, a time on the family to focus.
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to burn every wood species, under Heaven
A time for a shoulder season burn of fir, a time to pet the cat and listen to her purr.
A time for beech, a time to eat one of Backwoods' peaches.
A time for birch, a time to fish for perch.
A time for spruce, I swear Bfunk's dog is part moose.