Articles written by Joyce Kilmer

Joyce Kilmer, 1914|Apr 2, 2022

I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree. 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 A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives within the rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree....