Episode 59 - PoemsAre Footprints in the Mind

 

Trees
by
Joyce Kilmer

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.

 The poem is in the public domain.

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