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Trees
Sergeant Joyce Kilmer*
I think that I shall never see
A poem as 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 lies with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
*Sergeant Kilmer was with the 165th Infantry (69th New York), A.E.F.
He was born December 6, 1886; killed in action near Ourcy, July 30, 1918.
To: You
From: Me..Esmee
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That was absolutely lovely. My favorite stanza: "A tree that looks at God all day,
ReplyDeleteAnd lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;"
I'm feeling pretty joyful right about now. Thanks for sharing!