(1886-1918 / New Jersey)

Trees

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.

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Preplanning for the inevitable, I just installed my gravestone on my cemetery pot.. Because of this poem, I placed my name face up toward the sky. When I tell critics that I would rather face God all day than the street, they are taken back.
Still brilliant it never fades never dies. Evoking nature and creation. Such purity in a simple, eloquent poem.Love it.
An old favorite from my youth.
Always one of my favorites.
I was sitting on the porch of my sons home in Tennessee. His home is surrounded by beautiful trees and this poem came to mind. It is elegant in its simplicity yet so beautiful and thought provoking. I grew up with parents who loved nature and I too enjoy a walk in the woods listening to the quiet sounds of nature. This lovely little poem eloquently summarizes the beauty of nature.
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