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Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's 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.

Fall Color

Fall Color

Quaking Aspen

Quaking Aspen

Aspen in black and White

Aspen in black and White

Aspen

Aspen

Madrona

Madrona

Trees

Trees

Trees

Trees

Trees

Trees

Ridgefield Tree

Ridgefield Tree