...But Only God Can Make A Tree

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Trees by Joyce Kilmer

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.

Joyce Kilmer

Joyce Kilmer was born on December 6, 1886, and died on July 30, 1918. While best known for the poem, “Trees,” Kilmer was also a journalist, literary critic, lecturer, and editor. Kilmer’s many other poems focused on the ordinary beauty of the natural world.  “Trees” was first published in the August 1913 issue of Poetry:  A Magazine of Verse in Chicago, Illinois.

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