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TREES
-Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never
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.
PHOTO 1934 C.T.B.
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