A tribute to Joyce Kilmer who was killed in action in france during world war 1, 1918.
Born --1886 Died-- 1918----
I think that I shall never see
A poem as 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 bosoms snow has lain;
who intimately lives with rain,
Poems are wrote by fools like me,
but only God can make a tree..