*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 ***** snow has lain;**
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are
made by fools like
Me, But only God
can make a tree
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC
*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 ***** snow has lain;**
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are
made by fools like
Me, But only God
can make a tree
"Trees" written by Joyce Kilmer
Journalist and poet
1886–1918
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