Trees by Joyce Kilmer

By Jim Hendrick
Posted: 08/13/2024

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I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed

Against the earths suite 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 Robbins in her;

Upon whose bosom Snow has;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

😉 This poem was read by Lucinda Haagenson at A Poetry Gathering.