Friday, May 9, 2014

Another gift....

Friday already!  Have you had a good week?  Do you have some good plans for the week-end?

I have mentioned earlier that there have been some gift-opening occasions around here.  Recently, when I met my sister for lunch, we exchanged birthday gifts.

This was my gift from my sister!

A love of books is a family characteristic.:-)  It is a mistake for either of us to enter a book store!  It is only because we are limited in our carrying out ability that there is any stock at all left behind!:-)

This book has many verses (poems) in it.  One that I have chosen to share with you today, though, is a very familiar one by Joyce Kilmer.


                                                I think that I shall never see

                                                  A poem lovely as a tree.

                                               A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed

                                                   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.

During this time, when we are in a heightened awareness about what is going on with the environment, it seems fitting to consider trees and their importance to our daily existence.  When it is necessary to cut down a tree - and sometimes that has to occur - consider planting TWO new ones to replace the one being cut.

Thank you for reading.  I really appreciate your comments.


  1. Yes, I am very dangerous in a book store! I do enjoy this poem you have shared with us, and can't remember how many years ago I first read it. We do need to be aware that God created everything that we enjoy, and try to take care of our resources as He would have us do. Recently, a large piece of property was sold near us. It was a grand homestead that was being rezoned commercial, and my heart sank as I saw dozens of huge, mature trees being chopped down! I had known the family who lived there, and it broke my heart to see all their work and care being demolished as if it were nothing. :-( I still don't know why it was necessary to clear out all of those magnificent trees, but perhaps we'll find out sometime. Have a great day, Sister!

  2. Nellie, My SIL is on a tree committee here. It's for the proper planting of trees...certain ones can't be planted near sewers, septics, and power lines. I have been thinking of planting another dogwood here to see if it will grow. But then I really should get one for my daughter, they have no trees. :( Hope you have a wonderful weekend. xoxo,Susie

  3. I love trees but sometimes they get diseased or damaged by ice storms and have to be cut but it always makes me sad.

    Have a great weekend.

  4. Yes, a big fan of trees around here. Maybe too much so. What a lovely book.
    I have always have enjoyed that poem.

  5. This is one of my very favorite old poems Nellie! That is a lovely book!

  6. I know that poem well. We had to learn it when I was a kid in school.

  7. This looks like a wonderful book! My Mother often recited this poem, as well as the poem "IF" to us as children. I found my love of poetry through her.

    Many trees struggle in the Colorado dry climate but pines and cottonwoods grow well. We've planted few pine trees in our backyard since we've been here. The bunnies love to stay under them :)

  8. I'm one who is dangerous in a book store too. I love that poem and remember it from my school years. I used to know it by heart, but not anymore.

  9. Oh, I love this poem! And so perfect for this time in our lives. Some time I'll tell you about our tree we planted! Smile..


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