A TREE.
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth's wide 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 uas'lain, Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me. But only God can make a tree. {By Joyce Kilmer, the American poet who died in the service of his country. From "Ladies' Home Journal" for May, 1919.)
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Otaki Mail, 31 December 1919, Page 4
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102A TREE. Otaki Mail, 31 December 1919, Page 4
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