Tuesday

only in california

 welcome to the trees in my yard...

massive oaks



pine

palm trees?


only in california.

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 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.





























2 comments:

  1. GAH! Love this, love trees, and you, of course. Oh, and the picture of little Red Riding Hood always makes me gasp with pleasure.

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  2. I love this poem and I share you love of trees. The pictures are just beautiful!

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