Trees by Joyce Kilmer

Living in the mountains of Roan Mountain State Park -named in 2016 as Tennessee State Park of the Year- surrounded by trees, reminds me of one of my favorite poems. 

Alfred Joyce Kilmer was an American poet, editor, literary critic, journalist, lecturer, and soldier. TREES is what he is most remembered for. This poem was dedicated to his mother-in-law.

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 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.

Joyce Kilmer, 1913

(December6, 1886-July 30, 1918, aged 31.

…hungry mouth pressed…

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