A Tree

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.
Joyce Kilmer
Used With Permission
May you always be covered in God's Pure Love!

Thank you for visiting with me!
Joan

   

   

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10--11--2004