Sunday, September 23, 2012

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


Happy autumn.
Now get outside and enjoy it.


Penny said...

We recited that poem at our 6th Grade graduation....many years ago! I've loved it ever since....
Now I am on my way outside!!!
Have a good one, Karin!

Primitive Stars said...

Hello Karin, oh what a wonderful poem, how can you not love a tree. Blessings Francine.

Robin at The Primitive Hutch said...

Wonderful poem!
Today was a beautiful day here in WI.
Happy Fall!
Prim Blessings

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