Northern Dancer
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A client asked me to look up a poem she liked.
Written by Mr. Joyce Kilmer [1886 - 1918]. He served in the United States Army and was killed by a sniper in World War 1.
Written by Mr. Joyce Kilmer [1886 - 1918]. He served in the United States Army and was killed by a sniper in World War 1.
TREES
I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
as 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
And then there was my attempt.I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
as 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
TODAY BY CHANCE
Today by chance I watched a gentle breeze play among the red maple trees.
Like petting the fur of a purring calico cat,
the wind blew the leaves in but they came bouncing back.
They seemed to wave to me as I sat hushed on a hard wooden bench
and they danced as if they heard a quiet symphony.
I believe that it must have been breathtaking,
for though I could not hear,
I felt the tranquility and calm inspiration the music must have made.
Midst all the strife in this turbulent world it had a serene effect
and nurtured my soul to great delight.
Ya...that's it I mused...it's not camping at all, I'm just living a simple life that enables me to feel the unheard symphony.
Northern Dancer
13th of June 2014
Today by chance I watched a gentle breeze play among the red maple trees.
Like petting the fur of a purring calico cat,
the wind blew the leaves in but they came bouncing back.
They seemed to wave to me as I sat hushed on a hard wooden bench
and they danced as if they heard a quiet symphony.
I believe that it must have been breathtaking,
for though I could not hear,
I felt the tranquility and calm inspiration the music must have made.
Midst all the strife in this turbulent world it had a serene effect
and nurtured my soul to great delight.
Ya...that's it I mused...it's not camping at all, I'm just living a simple life that enables me to feel the unheard symphony.
Northern Dancer
13th of June 2014