Trees By Alfred Joyce Kilmer

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I think that I shall never see, A poem as lovely as a tree, The sun thus shine its countenance, The tree whose gift, sparse its expanse, Tree girth aloft, neath midst remain, Flicks of light burst, like windows stain, The trunk weighs down, the cradled youth, Internal weave exploits the root, A tree who hath, purged forth hugged vein, Thereon, ventures along its frame, A tree our fabled wonderment, Our learned life begs our testament, The tree till naught, nor did we toil, Providence had, sprung it from soil, God gave its lifeline to savor, Graced from seed, a tree He favor, Seasons race, a timely fashion, The Divine hath shewn compassion, A poet writes in praise of trees, Songs made of this sweet melodies, A fool now cools his stubbled toes, Twas well-rehearsed endowed in verse, A quill at rest a chapter close, What said of trees God truly knows. 2020 February 03 Famous poetic lines 2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Silent One "I think that I shall never see, A poem as lovely as a tree" - Joyce Kilmer Howmanysyllables; 48 lines x 4 syllables per = 192 syllables total

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