Here is Arizona there isn't a lot of greenery about. When you pass a building that has grass it stands out. Lots of palm trees and saguaro cactus, but no willows, pine trees, oak, or maple. When we went home last summer the amount of trees sometime seemed overwhelding to us. We have become used to the wide open spaces of the west.
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
Trees
I THINK that I shall never see
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
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.
2 comments:
We almost moved to New Mexico a few years ago. I remember asking a realtor to find us a house with trees. No easy task! Only place with trees were the cottonwood groves down by the river. :-)
I always thought Joyce Kilmer was a woman, imagine my shock when I got older and found out "she" was a man. :) sandra
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