"Trees"
By: Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungy 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;
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.
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Love this poem. I read it in my literature book a few days ago. There was a little passage about the author next to the poem, and it was so sad to read that he "was killed in France during World War I." Somehow I felt like I knew him a little, through his poetry.
That is a lovely poem. Which literature book do you do?
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rose! I use A Beka Book's textbook called "American Literature." They have some wonderful stories/poems.
ReplyDeleteI love that poem! It's amazing how a simple poem can make you feel like you know the writer of it. God really did create something beautiful with words used in pure ways.
ReplyDeleteLaura: Yes, it is fasinating how simple, pure words are so meaningful. Thanks for the insight!
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