A blupete Poetry pick

"TREES"

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.


By Joyce Kilmer.

_______________________________

Found this material Helpful?

_______________________________

Custom Search
[UP]
[blupete's POETRY PASSAGES]
[THE POETS]
[BIOGRAPHIES JUMP PAGE]
[HOME]

2011

Peter Landry