There is something inexplicable about one's love for trees.
In my own life, seeing a tree chopped down always deeply wounded my spirit.
Trees should be loved and kept alive as long as possible.
When looking at the huge, old tree in my daughter's yard (shown at the top of this post), a poem by Joyce Kilmer always comes to mind.
According to information online, he was born in 1886 in New Jersey, and earned a college journalism degree. He eventually married and he and his wife had five children.
Tragically, during World War I, he enlisted in the Armed Services and was shot by a German sniper in 1918.
My own late mother used to recite the following poem by heart to her five daughters when we were kids.
I remember it so poignantly.
This is Joyce Kilmer's inspiring poem about a tree:
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;
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.
This poem is in the public domain.
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7 comments:
Beautiful poem.
Being in the tree growing business, It saddens me to see the way some people deal with trees. One very sad thing is when the power company comes and whacks part of the top out of huge OLD tree.
Oh I remember that poem very well. I have tons of trees on my property and only cut branches off now and then and I love my trees. I feel like my backyard is a forest and wouldn't change it for the world.
What a lovely poem about trees. Because of it, today I shall think about trees and celebrate them especially. Thanks, Susan.
Trees are necessary in the regulation of temperature and air quality, you can never have too many greenbelts and bird habitats.
Oh, this post really resonates with me. There truly is a profound majesty about trees, and Joyce Kilmer's poem captures that feeling so perfectly. It's beautiful that your mother recited it to you – what a wonderful memory to cherish. Trees really do feel like living poetry, don't they? I, for one love trees.
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I just recently saw this poem somewhere, Susan. I'm glad to read it again. Your daughter's tree in her yard is grand. There's nothing like those old trees with the big trunks. You can tell they've been around for years and years. Trees are so special, providing shade from the heat and fruit and blossoms. I can just imagine all the stories that have been heard by the majestic tree when people are standing underneath them. ; )
~Sheri
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