TREES by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918) 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… Continue Reading “Trees: The Poem”
They are The Woods no longer. Man has taken from nature once more. There are now houses where trees once stood. They have been felled, scaled and debarked. Then to take on their shiny new look, they are edged, trimmed, dried and planed. And… Continue Reading “The Woods”
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