Monday, September 03, 2007


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"I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose 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.

Poemas are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree."

Joyce Kilmer
from an Anthology of Modern Vers for Boys and Girls

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