The Trees

I think that I shall never see
A Poem as 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





Well, they are working on tearing down the house next door that burned. The first thing they took out were the two beautiful Bradford Pear Trees that stood in the front yard. I loved those threes. They were probably nearly 30 years old. Brandford Pear Trees are the first ones to get their leaves in the spring and the last ones to lose them in the fall. Plus, in the spring they have beautiful blooms on them. I miss a lot about the house next door, but I really miss the trees.