Tuesday, November 4, 2008


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.

Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918


  1. Just beautiful! I love trees too(as you can see by my blog!)

  2. Beautiful site, I love all the colors of fall. Thanks for the poem too, relaxing to read something so nice with such pretty pics to go with it.


  3. Your words (Kilmer's) and photos remind me of my mom, who loved trees and loved this poem.

  4. Very nice poem, thanks for sharing!

  5. Beautiful poem-beautiful photos. I'm lucky to live near Joyce Kilmer's wonderful forest! It's a lovely place to visit.

  6. Wow- great pictures, girl! You're quite the photographer these days!


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