Trees by Joyce Kilmer (this fits a deciduous tree better but so be it)I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst 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 wearA 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.
I love that poem.
My dad recites it all the time.When we were kids, he used to say that he wrote it.
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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.
I love that poem.
My dad recites it all the time.
When we were kids, he used to say that he wrote it.
Post a Comment