I have no time this morning to write anything of any significance, so I'll just leave this here. I have always wondered about the stories trees would tell us if they could talk.
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.
~Joyce Kilmer
This was one of my favourite poems as a child. I had to memorize it for school. I loved it and still do.
One of my favourites, too and I did memorize it, not because we had to but because I loved it so much. Have a lovely Sunday. Hugs, Elaine
ReplyDeleteI love that we both share a great love of poetry Elaine. Love and hugs always. xoxo
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ReplyDeleteHi Marie~
ReplyDeleteI love that poem as well. I don't remember memorizing it in school, but I do remember reading it, and then drawing a picture about it. That was when we could mention, God and prayer in the schools. The graphic is one of my favorite! Hope your Sunday was a good one...XOXO
Hugs and Love,
Barb
Love this poem ! Thankyou for sharing it ! :) x
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