Trees by Joyce KilmerSubmitted by Joseph.Ngo on Thu, 08/01/2013 - 00:49
(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose 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 the rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer, 1913.
Currently the Kindle edition of his collection is free on Amazon. Quite timely; call it the hundredth year anniversary pricing.