Trees By Alfred Joyce Kilmer

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


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