TREES.
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 flowliig 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. —Joyce Kilmer.
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Waikato Times, Volume 118, Issue 19765, 21 December 1935, Page 3
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83TREES. Waikato Times, Volume 118, Issue 19765, 21 December 1935, Page 3
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