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.

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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.