First I saw the leaves and berries on the grass... they just looks so picturesque. I had to capture them.
Then I turned around and there was the tree! Wow, what a beauty.
I will be back tomorrow with more photos of this wonderful tree.
Trees
by Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)*
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.
2 comments:
Joanie, thanks for your wonderful appreciation of things!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh Joanie...I LOVE,LOVE,LOVE that poem and it's been such a LONG time since I've read or heard it. Thank you so much. And I LOVE Holly Berry's. My great grandparents had a LARGE Holly tree in their side yard in Arkansas. As a child I assumed that the prickley nature of the tree was to protect those beautiful, beautiful berries. I tried to grow a holly shrub in our back yard. She just never felt at home there and languished. I was sad...Thanks for the great photos.
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