Trees.....

Trees

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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.
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- Joyce Kilmer

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(This is a poem that my mother in law shared with me this evning...she let me know that it was one that she memorized in school)

I must say..that I like it too. :0)

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~The Garden Goose~