(almost) wordless wednesday
inks lake: trees, by joyce kilmer



Trees
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 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.


4 comments:

  1. One of my favorite poems.

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    1. I think we memorized this in about 4th grade, and I've always remembered it. Makes me feel okay about making students memorize poetry back in my teaching days.

      Thanks for stopping by sweet friend!

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  2. I had to memorize this poem in 2nd grade...

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  3. I've always enjoyed that poem. :)

    Lovely photo, too!

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