Trees

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Title:     Trees
Author: Joyce Kilmer [More Titles by Kilmer]

(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)

 

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.

[The end]
Joyce Kilmer's poem: Trees

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