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TREES

by: 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 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.

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I love twitter.
Not the electronic kind.

I have a beautiful Blue Spruce in my backyard.
My dad (gardener extraordinaire)
comments on it's beauty
each time he visits and steps onto my deck.

I sleep with a sound machine.
I usually listen to waves lapping on the shore,
OR
thunder.

I sleep with this machine
to drown out the random noises
every home and neighborhood has.
I do this so I can sleep.
I swear by it.

What do these random thoughts
have in common?
Well, the last 4-5 early mornings
that find me wandering
my halls,
I've heard the tweets
and twitters of birds.
There are many who have taken
up residence in my Blue Spruce.
What a sure sign that
Spring in on it's way

I'm happy.