|photo by Connor Kloster © 2011 - All rights reserved|
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 blossom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems were made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer wrote this poem just a few miles from where I grew up. He wasn't writing about one particular tree but about trees in general. Trees of my childhood. Maple trees, Oak trees and Birch trees.
And yes, I cheated today. This was taken the day before. But for the record, I did take a picture of my belly yesterday, it just wasn't as nice as this ones that Connor has been taking. It is hard taking a picture of yourself hugging a tree.