Tuesday, August 17, 2010

I Think That I Shall Never See...

A poem as lovely as a tree.



A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet 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.
Written By: Alfred Joyce Kilmer



3 comments:

Ali said...

I've been known to hug a few of them in my day.

tattered 'n torn prims said...

How nice!! Thank you!! :O)

Stace

Jackie said...

Hi Karin!
What a lovely lovely post and nice photos!
Have a good one!
Jackie

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