Wednesday, October 7, 2009

I think that I shall never see. . .

Here's the complete poem by Albert Joyce Kilmer:
I think that I shall never see
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.
He would've gone crazy over the Katsura trees ablaze in our front yard, which not only glow but the turning leaves smell like cotton candy.

Come over and smell for yourself!

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