ARTFUL WRITING
Trees by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
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.
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“Blessed are those who walk hand in hand with goodness…they are like trees planted by streams of water, that yield fruit in due season…” Psalm 1
…Blessed is Joyce Kilmer for this exquisite poem…
…may we be like him to bear good fruit during our lifetime…
