| A poem I have committed to memory. (Thanks, Mrs. Dozier). Trees Joyce Kilmer I THINK that I shall never see | |
| A poem lovely as a tree. | |
| A tree whose hungry mouth is prest | |
| Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; | |
| A tree that looks at God all day, | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
| Poems are made by fools like me, | |
| But only God can make a tree. |
8.16.2009
Poem of the Week IV
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I like it. Aren't trees lovely?
I recited it (and several other poems that I have memorized) to my clinical group on the way back from Montgomery one day. They thought I was crazy.
I'm so glad Mrs. Dozier, my 6th grade Language Arts teacher, made us memorize them and recite them in front of the class. It was pretty nerve-racking, but I don't think I'll ever forget them.
I like the word "prest". I think I might incorporate it into my standard vocabulary. Actually, Kilmer was quite an interesting fellow. He was a poet, most famous for writing "Trees", and a father of five children, and a Catholic convert.
Also, who doesn't love a good tree? Especially weeping willows. They are the most beautiful trees on the planet.
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