Thursday, 9 October 2008

holiday fun - tree climbing

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 (1886-1918)

1 comment:

  1. I think every child should hug a tree as often as possible. Trees that big and glorious can be hard to come by these days, looks like wonderful fun.


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