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, 
But only God can make a tree.

Sadly Joyce Kilmer was an American "Doughboy" serving in World War I. He was killed in France not long after constructing this beautiful poem.
jwt
Loc: Texas Hill Country
Pixelmaster wrote:
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, 
But only God can make a tree.

TREES br by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
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Lovely, both the capture and the poem! :thumbup:
Very lovely. You also brought to mind another poem.
I think that I shall never see
The dollar that I loaned to thee;
A dollar that I could have spent
On many forms of merriment.
The one I loaned to you so gladly
Is now the one I need so badly.
For whose return I had great hope
Just like an optimistic dope.
For dollars loaned to folks like thee
Are not returned to fools like me.
With apologies to Joyce Kilmer.
--Bob
Nice. A fitting attribute to this poem.
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