Tuesday, February 17, 2009

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 blossom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems were made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.

­~ Joyce Kilmer

Photo: a knobby tree across the street from my hotel in downtown Portland

2 comments:

mon@rch said...

Very nice, thanks for sharing with us!

inlandempiregirl said...

I memorized this poem as a child and it has always been a favorite.