Saturday, February 02, 2008


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.

Joyce Kilmer

OK, the truth is I backdated this post to just before midnight 2/2/08. I missed it, but feel like I am close enough to cheat and get in on the game. I chose this poem because yesterday my husband and I had an argument in which we pitted our respective knowledge bases against each other. We stopped at the Joyce Kilmer rest area on the Jersey Turnpike, and I said "Oh, Joyce Kilmer. He wrote 'Trees'!" Mr Wonderful denied this, and attributed the poem to another source. Now, bear in mind, he 'hates poetry', but I would expect his pricier education (Northfield Mount Hermon??) to have served him here. Me? I am a high school drop-out.


More posting soon - I have been released from the clutches of the pirate (aka Mr. W.), who kept me only by using foul means - froo-froo drinks, knitting with my toes in the Caribbean, and amazing food. Very effective. In fact, so effective I did not wish to be released, and had to be forced to return home!


tina said...

Your vacation sounds lovely. I'll be looking forward to living vicariously through your memories of it! Spill!

Laughing about the 'intense fellowship" with your kidnapper--- at least you won which is all that matters!

Marlena said...

I was so happy to see that poem. I used to have a friend who would recite it every time we went out for a walk together. It made me think of her and smile. Thank you.

Yarnhog said...

Welcome back! I always think re-entry is like waking up with a hangover.

Oh, and congratulations on the win!