Friday, December 3, 2010

Beautiful Trees

 (by Joyce - 1886-1918) Kilmer
 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... 

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