Saturday, April 27, 2013


The latter is the same view as the last photo in this post.
With all these tree images I thought I needed to share this poem by Joyce Kilmer.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's 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

1 comment:

Kelly said...

I like the second one a lot Sally!