Our Pretty Trees

Trees

By Joyce Kilmer 1886–1918

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I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

DSC_8679A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

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And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

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A nest of robins in her hair;

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Who intimately lives with rain.

DSC_8705Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

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