TREES
By Joyce Kilmer. 1886-1918
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's 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.
I don't think I'll ever forget the first time my Granddaddy read me one of his favorite poems. We are very fortunate to have the Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest just in our backyard located in Robbinsville, NC. I wish we could have walked these trails together, but every time I visit the Memorial Forest or I'm in that area I remember him holding his book with tears in his eyes and reading it to me. We miss you Pa Talley.
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