Trees Poems


Stock #: 42661
Type: Postcard
Era: Linen
Publisher: Harry N. Martin
Size: 3.5" x 5.5" (9 x 14 cm)

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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 smuuer wear a nest of robins in her hair. Upon whose bosom snow has lain; who intimately lives with rain. Poems are ade by fools like me, but only god can make a tree. Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest lies far back in the mountains of North carolina, near the Great Smoky Mountain National park, This stand of timer, 3,8000 acres in extent, is to be preserved in perpetuity as a tribute to the man who wrote perhaps the most widely known peom about trees. Beneath one of the giant hemlock trees, amidst the breath-taking beauty of misty waterfalls, cascades and profuse vegetation, a broze plaque, mounted on a granite boulder, bears the simple inscription: "Joyce Kilmer, 165th Infantry, Rainbow Division, soldier and Poet. Author of Trees. Born in new Brunswick, N. j., December 6, 18886. Killed in action in France, June 30, 1918."
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