Thursday, November 29, 2007

TREES



Trees

I 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.
.
.
Joyce Kilmer
This is the first poem I memorized as a kid. I think of it often, including this afternoon when I noticed again the afternoon lighting up the reds and oranges of this tree in the pasture behind the Wetumpka Post Office. So I backed my truck up to the tall fence and stood on it to capture this photo. Photos are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree.
ps. If you click on the picture to enlarge it the colors are shocking.

2 comments:

bbeth said...

I did click on the picture to enlarge it . Cool - it looks like an afghan I once crocheted in autumn colors! I'm glad the dry summer didn't keep you from having a colorful fall.
I love trees and I love the poem - I remember memorizing it as well.

Lerra said...

I love the tree pic!! And the poem. :-)