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As Lovely As A Tree

The poet, Joyce Kilmer wrote the following poem: 


I think that I shall never see 
A poem lovely as a tree. 

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed 
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. 

I love trees...the following is a photo essay of the old Ironwood tree outside our local library. She is such a lovely creature! The pictures speak louder than any words I could write.


For more information on Ironwood trees (also known as American Hornbeam) check out this link:

National Poetry Month

April is here and one of the things I like best, besides spring flowers, is that it is National Poetry Month, which means I participate in the Poem-a-day challenge on the Poetic Asides site.

Robert Lee Brewer is the editor of Poetic Asides. Each morning, he gives the participants in the challenge a prompt to inspire their writing.  He has a gift for giving prompts that really get the old brain cells churning first thing in the morning!

As I have done in other Poem-a-day challenges, I am sharing some of poems with you. 


innocence with red curls 
magically grown to bear 
a nation of beauties 
until wizened, only eyes 
show what is essential 


His note 
three words 
I miss you 

Her reply 
heart opened 
I am yours 

His mistake 
he won 
this precious prize 

Her choice 
heart broken 
wiser beyond words 

Blustery Day

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I remember reading to my girls the Winnie the Pooh books.  They loved hearing about the blustery day.  I used the word recently to describe the crazy, windy weather we are having of late.  It was received with a look of, "What did you just say?"  I quickly added that the wind was so strong to which the other person smiled and said, "Oh, yes it is!"

Am I getting so old that I know use words that the younger generation do not understand?  Is vocabulary going the way of cursive handwriting and tête-à-têtes? 

As a lover of words, I want to start a movement to resurrect words like blustery, rutabaga, peregrine and goluptious.  Yes, I know I can say windy, turnip, hawk and delightful, but the other words roll off the tongue with such delight! I mean, they are totally ambrosial!

Besides, using words that have several syllables helps the old brain cells from failing because you have to think before you say them! 

What are your favorite words?