Joyce Kilmer
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.
–⋅ o ♥ o ⋅–
This is my next entry in Becky’s July Squares Photo Challenge – Trees.
CLARE'S COSMOS 
What a beautiful scene!
Happy week to you my friend!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanx Nancy, and happy week to you too 🥰
LikeLiked by 1 person
oh I am so glad you shared the whole poem – really lovely to stop here a while and just read, think and disappear into the fog. Perfect for my Sunday morning
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanx Becky. I (almost) agonised over the photo to pair with the poem, but no other impacted me as much as the image of these two trees in the fog.
LikeLike
It really works so well – so your pondering was well worth it xxx
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love the foggy trees Clare 🙂 🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanx Brian – this was taken in the Blue Mountains in January 2015.
LikeLiked by 1 person