Ode to a Tree
4/11/2007 07:15:00 AM | Author: baloghblog
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.
-- Joyce Kilmer
This is my big backyard tree, which as of next week will be no more. I imagine it will be campfire wood for local campers. I hate to see such a big tree get cut down, but in this case it is old and 1/2 of it is sick, and it is smack dab in the middle of our back yard. I knew it was eventually going to need to be cut down the day we bought the house.
So I figured, hell, this is my blog, and if I want to have a tribute to a big tree. I can do it.
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