Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Beneath Clear Blue Skies

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.

Alfred Joyce Kilmer


  1. Gorgeous! One of my favorite poems, too. Wishing you a beautiful day.

  2. Blue sky and white bark - one of the best sights in the world!

  3. I live only a few miles from Joyce Kilmer Forest. It's one of my favorite field trips. Beautiful photo.


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