Monday, April 19, 2010

Ode to a tree

Old, hollowed out, top-toppled, fungus covered, fire-survivor.

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Home to many, its bark is an alien landscape.

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3 comments:

Retrieverman said...

Trees by Joyce Kilmer (this fits a deciduous tree better but so be it)

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.

CyborgSuzy said...

I love that poem.

Retrieverman said...

My dad recites it all the time.

When we were kids, he used to say that he wrote it.