good things come in "trees" {december 2, 2021}

Palindrome: 12-2-21

Thinking about my mom today as I walk among the trees along the nature trail to take my fall pumpkin decorations to the feed the deer and other wildlife that roam in this little woods. My mom loved trees...she was a tree hugger before the term became popular. And very appropriately, her favorite poem was "Trees," by Joyce Kilmer. She would recite it, she would sing it. As Alzheimer's took away her memory, this poem was one memory that stayed with her.

Trees

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.