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
Author: Don
My name is Don Scrooby and I live in The United Kingdom. I feel that more than anything else, nature, and the objective things around us, convey a speech and a message we always need to listen to and follow. This kind of listening is life-giving and there is a certain form spirituality about it. In this blog, through the the photographic image and accompanying words, I’ve tried to share this experience as simply as I can. There is an underlying beauty in nature we all need to see and experience, especially in this day and age as we struggle to save our planet. Most of my shots are taken with a Fujifilm XT100 camera and my Iphone. I’m no professional Photographer, but I do enjoy outdoor walks with my simple gear trying to capture what I see and experience. View all posts by Don
Snapshots Of My World 
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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