Thursday, June 22, 2006

Joyce Kilmer Rest Stop

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.

This is just because I stopped at the Joyce Kilmer Rest Stop today on the way from Philly to New Jersey.
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