Thursday, December 29, 2005


Another favourite of mine, hope you like it, Will try to take a different line soon. TREES by Joyce Kilmer I think that I will 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. Both Peter & I like trees & have taken Some nice photos of them.


mreddie said...

Trees have always facinated me. Especially the way they (in a sense) breathe in what I breathe out and change it back into something that I can breathe in. ec

Peter said...

Hi Merle, you got busy once you got the bugs out, some nice little bits and pieces, have fun.