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

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Happy autumn.
Now get outside and enjoy it.

♥
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3 comments:

  1. PennySeptember 23, 2012 at 11:51 AM

    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!
    Penny

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  2. Primitive StarsSeptember 23, 2012 at 6:52 PM

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

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  3. Robin at The Primitive HutchSeptember 25, 2012 at 1:01 AM

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

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