The online poet
It is a mystery to me
Why one would blog one’s poetry
On line poetic
Should be aesthetic
As could poetic m*stery
2 November 2017
* choose one letter: ‘a’ or ‘y’
Which word do you prefer?
The poem below was read in a class when I was in about year seven.
Its author was a mystery** to me until now.
Trees – Poem by Joyce Kilmer
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.
** Joyce was a man. See:
For more of Joyce Kilmer’s poems, see:
Daily prompt: Mystery