Trees
by Joyce Kilmer


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.

Links about Joyce Kilmer:

Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
Joyce Kilmer Biography

Joyce Kilmer: Author of Trees and Other Poems
Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest
Wikipedia: Joyce Kilmer


 




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