A short poem:
Trees
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.
Joyce Kilmer
Snapshots Of My World
A Journal of Thoughts, Photographs and Sketches
A short poem:
Trees
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.
Joyce Kilmer
I pass a tree like this every morning on my walk. I remember reading that poem in school – takes me back.
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Thanks Dan. I also remember it from school. Being a tree lover it has come to mean a whole lot more to me now.
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What a beautiful tree, Don. I love trees and I love moss. So this photo is beautiful to me. BTW, my mother’s maiden name was Moss so I called my maternal grandmother Ma Moss. Makes me smile.
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Thank you LuAnne. I join you in that love for trees. Love the name, “Ma Moss.”
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Well, Joyce is doing a good job of contradiction her own poem. The roots and the lower trunk of the tree in the photo is amazing. But her poem is lovely, too.
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Thank you Otto. Glad you enjoyed the post and the image.
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