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.
~~by Joyce Kilmer
3 comments:
how I love this poem!!!!!
This is the first piece that I have memorized in my whole life.
it means a lot
it talks about morethan a tree
it says what life must be.
Happy day nyl.
yeah,sure thanks witchy!thanks for being always around.
nakikita ko 'to tuwing umuuwi ako province hehe...
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