Thursday, February 21, 2013

a tree in wait


TREES
by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
     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,
    jpr: Robin watch has begun.
    But only God can make a tree.

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