Trees by Sergeant Joyce Kilmer (one of my favorite poems)


by Sergeant Joyce Kilmer, 1886-1918

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.

0 thoughts on “Trees by Sergeant Joyce Kilmer (one of my favorite poems)

  1. I kind of feel dirty when I read this poem. I mean, clearly this dude wants to bang a tree, and that sort of thought is best kept inside your head or else everyone at your Senior Picnic will decide you’re a freak and you won’t have ANY friends left when you go to college.

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