Saturday, December 6, 2014

Saturday 12-6-14


Maybe you will agree that it is time for a poem. . .

Today we celebrate the birthday of a poet who
made trees the center of his much quoted poem: 


I think that I shall never see
A poem 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. 

                              Joyce Kilmer
                                  © Poetry
                                       August 1913

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