Sunday, 7 October 2012

The Sunday Posts 2012/Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's 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
Photo by Alistair.


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I remember how embarrassing it was to have to read those poems in English class. I'd invariably be the chosen victim whenever the word breast or bosom or some equally mortifying thing was to be said out loud. The rest of the class would always break out into giggles.

Jane said...

Nice one Al - and a lovely photo too. Thanks for that

Dartford Warbler said...

That`s a stunning photo.

Twisted Scottish Bastard said...

What happened to last week's comments? I know I left at least one.

Anyway Joyce is wrong.

She said "But only God can make a tree. "

Has she never heard of Genetic Engineers?

Stupid Bimbo.

Alistair said...

Hullo folks,

Thanks for the comments. Sorry I've been absent for a while. We've been off on holiday and unfortunately a few days before that my computer was hit by a nasty, nasty virus which meant it had to go to hospital to get better!

Back now so looking forward to catching up over the next few days!

Indigo Roth said...

Oi, Robertson! NOOOOOOOOO! *sorry* So, how the devil was Carcassone? Delighted to have you back! Loved your photo! Indigo

Alistair said...

Oi! Indigo. Thanks matey. And I'll be coming to get you soon.......


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