Monday, April 7, 2008


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


wITChy Boop said...

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.

nyl said...

yeah,sure thanks witchy!thanks for being always around.

chroneicon said...

nakikita ko 'to tuwing umuuwi ako province hehe...