By Joyce Kilmer


The TALE: Tehachapi Art, Literature and Entertainment


April 2, 2022

I think that I shall never see

A poem as 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 within the rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.


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