Poems are made by fools like me,
Trees But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer
Trees
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree. Joyce Kilmer
A tree whose hungry mouth is I think that I shall never see
prest A poem lovely as a tree.
Against the earth's sweet flowing
breast; A tree whose hungry mouth is
prest
A tree that looks at God all day, Against the earth's sweet flowing
And lifts her leafy arms to pray; breast;
A tree that may in summer wear A tree that looks at God all day,
A nest of robins in her hair; And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain; A tree that may in summer wear
Who intimately lives with rain. A nest of robins in her hair;
Poems are made by fools like me, Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
But only God can make a tree. Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
Trees But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer
Trees
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree. Joyce Kilmer
A tree whose hungry mouth is I think that I shall never see
prest A poem lovely as a tree.
Against the earth's sweet flowing
breast; A tree whose hungry mouth is
prest
A tree that looks at God all day, Against the earth's sweet flowing
And lifts her leafy arms to pray; breast;
A tree that may in summer wear A tree that looks at God all day,
A nest of robins in her hair; And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain; A tree that may in summer wear
Who intimately lives with rain. 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.
