I've got a strong hankering for some budding, flowering trees.
The ultimate tree poem:
Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918 119. Trees 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, 5And 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. 10 Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
Published on March 14, 2014 16:40