by Joyce Kilmer
1896-1918
I think that I shall never see
A poem as 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
Undoubtedly, this poem is familiar to all, but I post it today because the trees have been absolutely spectacular of late.
I first heard this poem when my mother recited it. She had had to memorize it school, not I.
Is there a poem like that for you?
PS This crossword puzzle looks like fun. I'll let you know if I am able to complete it.
Finished the crossword puzzle without any trouble. Yes, this brain still works :)
I did have to google the answer for the singer Bonnie ? Raitt?
Gorgeous trees!
ReplyDeleteI am working on the puzzle.
Cool website!
I knew you wouldn't know that!!!!
ReplyDeleteDid you know that Johnny Hart wrote a cartoon about this poem? I remember reading it as a child but I can't find it in the comic strip archive!
ReplyDeleteI hear those lines every time I look at trees, especially what I called the "naked" ones -- and know that no painter could ever begin to do justice to one -- only God can make a tree. Love, Moma
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