I was looking through some old stuff the other day and came across a poem that I had to memorize in Junior High School. Enjoy!
Trees by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree;
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against earths' sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks to 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.
Re: A Poem
Posted by Margaret on September 5, 2022, 10:31 am, in reply to "A Poem"
Hi Charlie Lovely poem. It seems very familiar. I feel sure I have heard it a long time ago.
Margaret
Previous Message
Hello Everyone,
I was looking through some old stuff the other day and came across a poem that I had to memorize in Junior High School. Enjoy!
Trees by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree;
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against earths' sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks to 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.
Re: A Poem
Posted by Doug on September 8, 2022, 10:31 am, in reply to "A Poem"
Hello Charlie and All This must show our age Charlie I remember this poem being sung by John Charles Thomas when I was young being played on the radio I was living in Boulder Australia then Doug
Re: A Poem
Posted by Shirely on October 5, 2022, 2:00 pm, in reply to "A Poem"
I remember this lovely poem from school too. Thank you for posting it!
Previous Message
Hello Everyone,
I was looking through some old stuff the other day and came across a poem that I had to memorize in Junior High School. Enjoy!
Trees by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree;
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against earths' sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks to 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.