Trees |
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's 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. 1886–1918
| We are back from the Hamptons a little tan-er, a little more relaxed, and very very happy! I will reveal the big surprise from over the weekend .... shortly! .... and there will be pics! In the meantime enjoy the poem. {Image source} & {Poem source} |
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