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  • 12/30/2011



Joyce Kilmer


1 I think that I shall never see

2 A poem as lovely as a tree.

3 A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

4 Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

5 A tree that looks at God all day,

6 And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

7 A tree that may in Summer wear

8 A nest of robins in her hair;

9 Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

10 Who intimately lives with rain.

11 Poems are made by fools like me,

12 But only God can make a tree.


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