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 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.
-- Joyce Kilmer
My most favorite tree in my yard. It's not quite as full as
it will be, but it's still beautiful.
Beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteThe blossoms are gorgeous.
Thanks for sharing that.
Beautiful images and poem! Thanks so much for sharing them.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure girlfriends!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE THIS POEM and your tree...i have 3 dogwoods, 2 white and 1 pink...thank you for sharing such a moving post...
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely dogwood! Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteMy mom's favorite tree. I can finally recognize it. I saw this beautiful photo of yours and thought, now is that a dogwood? So it felt good to be right!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem! Love the dogwoods, I have a pink one and a white one.
ReplyDeleteWe saved these as little sticks over twenty years ago when we were clearing the spot for our home.
ReplyDeleteI love thes guys. Now the lilacs are blooming, I wish we would have planted more shrubbery, but there's a reason we didn't. Geary does most of the mowing and weedwacking and he'd rather mow the
15 acres that wack!