I think that I shall never see,a poem lovely as a tree!
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed,
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)
In loving memory of William James Telford
December 14, 1913 - December 14, 2010
