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:


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