Trees for Every Reason and Season


| 12/4/2008 3:07:06 PM


Tags: trees, Joyce Kilmer, firewood,

ponderosa pineI 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.




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