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, 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.
aglezerman [2016-12-11 15:34:17 +0000 UTC]
Beautiful shot
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Ravesne [2016-05-06 12:06:01 +0000 UTC]
Nice vision !
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KarRedRoses In reply to Ravesne [2016-05-06 15:50:02 +0000 UTC]
Thank you, and wait until you see it wearing its autumn color — I have photos somewhere & will post them
Ravesne In reply to KarRedRoses [2016-05-06 18:38:32 +0000 UTC]
You are welcome ! Oh nice, I will wait for them !