Friday, October 24, 2014

i think that i shall never see


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

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