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.

by Joyce Kilmer

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Learned this poem in grade school and now at 78 yrs old I have a 7 inch coastal red wood growing on my balcony to be planted in Monterey California when it's bigger with it's family and dedicated to my Great Grandson MAY THET BOTH GROW STRONG AND STRAIGHT.
very inspiring. Msc in Horticulture I am planting lot of fruit trees. I always remember the last two verses of his poem. poems are made by fools like me but only god can make a tree
So beautiful is this pome
I like this poem its so amazing
It lives and is timeless.
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