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.
By Joyce Kilmer
8 comments:
That is such a wonderful oak tree, how lucky you are to have it in front of your house. I love the poem you've put with it.
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that is such a lovely poem. speaks to my heart. i love trees. thanks for this!
we have a few Oak trees by us they are awesome trees.Here the trees have a birthday
Wow - I love your tree, and I also think that's the fisrt time I read the whole of the poem! The second stanza is an incredible image - thanks.
that's a glorious tree, and a fitting poem...
That oak is a lovely specimen. It must be rather old, as I know they are slow growers.
Great post. :)
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL TREE!! We have a maple in our yard that has a trunk on it that I can't even start to get my arms around. But I look up into its branches and think of that poem, and wish it could tell me all it knows!
I've always loved that poem - brilliant beautiful photo to go with it.
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