Wednesday, November 3, 2010


by Joyce Kilmer

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.


Grace said...

I found your blog from looking at your sister, Constance's. It's very lovely! I also love Joyce Kilmer's poetry; this one is gorgeous :)

God's blessings,
Grace Marie


Lol the tree was so moved by the poem that it turned into a weeping willow!