Trees
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;
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree!!
By JOYCE KILMER
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree!!
By JOYCE KILMER