A poem lovely as a tree

Trees – Poem by 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.

48 thoughts on “A poem lovely as a tree

  1. I’ve been looking at my trees all day long. That gale force wind arrived from North Carolina and my trees are swaying. The last few leaves that were still clinging to the limbs are taking flight. The ground is a carpet of red, yellow, orange and green leaves. Joyce is right…only God could make something so beautiful.

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  2. This was my first school recitation assignment. Love this poem. Had to stand up in front of the class and say it… (3rd grade) Is this the original? I can only remember the first half. lol. πŸ™‚

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