Can anyone help me get a copy of the poem that goes something like, I think I shall never see, a thing as lovely as a tree.

-- Richard D. Stopher (sgtstop@apci.net), June 26, 1999

Answers

Trees by Joyce Kilmer

(for Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)

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.

-- ilza (ilza@pobox.com), June 26, 1999.