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I
am fascinated by trees, not only by what you can see in them but they
way they grow, bend with each having their own characteristics. The tree
above, with the squirrel in it, is obviously new while just as obvious
the tree below it, with the bird is old, and yet both are magnificent . These are
pictures of trees in the park near where I live and where I live--each a
giant in its own way--and the poem at the end says it all.
TREES
by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
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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.
