Trees by Joyce Kilmer

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TREES (For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden) 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.
Song of the Open Road by Ogden Nash I think that I shall never see A billboard lovely as a tree Indeed, unless the billboards fall I'll never see a tree at all.
"Chee$e" by Thomas Merton I think that we should never freeze Such lively assets as our cheese. The sucker's hungry mouth is pressed Against the cheese's caraway breast. ... Poems are nought but warmed-up breeze. DOLLARS are made by Trappist Cheese.