I think I shall never see ...
Walking along the riverside, the trees and undergrowth bury their roots in the ground that keep the banks together - come rain, shine, and flood. Sometimes the leaves are so dense that you can't see the river any more. So it's good to look at the trees, and think of Joyce Kilmer's wonderful poem:
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.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/12744/trees
I think I shall never see ...
Walking along the riverside, the trees and undergrowth bury their roots in the ground that keep the banks together - come rain, shine, and flood. Sometimes the leaves are so dense that you can't see the river any more. So it's good to look at the trees, and think of Joyce Kilmer's wonderful poem:
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.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/12744/trees