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view from Tully Mountain, Connemara, Ireland
by Joyce Kilmer (1888-1918)

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 were made by fools like me, 
But only God can make a tree. 

Go to other poems by Kilmer | The Peacemaker | A Soldier's Prayer in France |

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