TREES
(Chicago has been dedicating trees to one of America's young, poets killed in the war—Joyce Kilmer. This is what he wrote of Trees.) I think that 1 shall never see A poem lovely as a tree, A tree whoso hungry mouth is pressed 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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Evening Post, Volume CXVI, Issue 49, 26 August 1933, Page 7
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104TREES Evening Post, Volume CXVI, Issue 49, 26 August 1933, Page 7
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