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;

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

appears in Dancing By The Light of The Moon: Over 250 poems to read, relish and recite by Gyles Brandreth
(Penguin, 2021)

Alfred Joyce Kilmer

American journalist and poet Joyce Kilmer was born in New Brunswick, New Jersey in 1886. He was killed in the battle of Ourcq in 1918.