Mar 22, 2010

Trees, by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

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:

Emily said...

That is so lovely... I adore it!

I really like your new blog look--supurb all around. :D ;)

I love buckets!!