Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Joyce Kilmer on Trees


I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray;A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair;Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain.Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

                            ~Joyce Kilmer


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