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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:

  1. RetrievermanApril 19, 2010 at 11:06 AM

    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.

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  2. adminApril 19, 2010 at 12:17 PM

    I love that poem.

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  3. RetrievermanApril 20, 2010 at 5:45 AM

    My dad recites it all the time.

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

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