The poem crosses my mind as I was mowing the grass today. Elementary life :-)
...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.
- TREES, Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
- TREES, Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
1 comments:
August 17, 2007 at 7:44 PM
I first read this poem over 50 years ago and as I just reread it again I'm still in awe of how something so simple as a tree can still make me feel grateful for this earth SS
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