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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This poem is short. simple and sweet. I memorized when I was 12 and remember still today. I really like the last two lines. Indeed its greatness, only a great poet can help us see!
However no poems can be written without gods grace
Had to memorize this when I was in grade 5 or 6 Still can recite it.Will be 80 years old in November To bad the children today do not learn to memorize Also memorized all the multiplication time tables Sad to see the children today do not know them thus have difficulty with their math
Was recently reintroduced to this BEAUTIFUL PASSIONATE poem, when it was slightly modified for the locals protesting the murder of a 60 yo tree with an eagles' nest in it, for a land developer!
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