Sunday, May 18, 2014

My Monday image is a lovely painting. Enjoy a poem.


 (The South Carriage Drive in Victorian times)
TREES
 Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918






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.

      









        







 



 

2 comments:

Editors At Work said...

Love the photo! Hope you had a lovely week!

Nas

Maggi Andersen said...

Thanks for dropping by Nas, enjoy your weekend!