The Trees of Longmeadow


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.



Bradford Pear.  Photo By Steve Schwartzenberg



Photo by Steve Schwartzenberg













-Joyce Kilmer
From - Trees and Other Poems by Joyce Kilmer
Copyright 1914 by Doubleday and Company Inc.






Weeping Cherry. Photo by Steve Schwartenberg


















Red Maple. Photo by Bob Fiore














All photos (except Red Maple) by Steve Schwartzenberg. Last Photo, Red Maple, by Bob Fiore.