Trees
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
I remember learning this poem in grade (primary) school. I even remember the teacher that thought it was important that we learn it.... Mrs Crone. At that point in time I had no idea how that poem would stir something within me. Something that has stayed with me over the years just as the words to this poem has. A deep respect for the world around me. I thank Mrs Crone to this day for that awakening. I hope that some where in this world another teacher is at least reading this poem to her class!
Happy Earth Day!
~Jo
