(Low
Sun on Trees - Utah - 2011)
Trees
by Joyce Kilmer
(1886-1918)
I THINK that I shall never see
A Poem as 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.
Do you remember this poem from grade
school? I do, and fondly.
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