Trees

I think that I shall never see,

a poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed,

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 people like me,

But only God can make a tree.

TREES, by Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)    

 

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16 thoughts on “Trees

  1. Woah, how beautiful is that? It’s amazing how much happiness a tree can bring.Very Beautiful poem.

    Thanks for sharing.

    • So very very true. I used to love climbing trees. There aren’t many here where I live now but outside of Boston we had many oak trees. They were the backdrop to my childhood.

  2. Lovely post. Thank you for a beautiful start to my day!

    • So glad you enjoyed it. That’s also how I started my day on Friday. A lady I work with out of Texas sent it to me. It was the first email I opened that day. It was so nice that I had to share it here.

  3. elizabethfrank123

    Great poem Jenn, the last tree looks like it’d be amazing to go climbing in! haha

  4. Great poem & shots 🙂

  5. A variation is “I think that I shall never see a billboard as lovely as a tree. And, if those billboards don’t fall I’ll never see a tree at all” (or something like that 🙂 )

    Love the blossom tree.

  6. Ah, what a fantastic poem and the pictures are spectacular. Wow. The last one is incredible. I want to be there!

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