Part of a rhyme that I remember from childhood about trees and their properties went something like this, when the poplar was "talking:"
"Though my cousin Oak be strong and stout, keep me DRY and I'll last him out!"
It was a very old rhyme long before I was born.
Just my two cents. What poplar I've dried, and kept dry, never any sign of decay.
"A free people ought not only be armed and disciplined, but they should have sufficient arms and ammunition to maintain a status of independence from any who might attempt to abuse them, which would include their own government." - George Washington