The Trees of Longmeadow
TREES
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.
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
From - Trees and Other Poems by Joyce Kilmer
Copyright 1914 by Doubleday and Company Inc.
From - Trees and Other Poems by Joyce Kilmer
Copyright 1914 by Doubleday and Company Inc.
All photos (except Red Maple) by Steve Schwartzenberg. Last
Photo, Red Maple, by Bob Fiore.