Thursday, February 17, 2011

Toomer's Oaks




Trees

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.

  (And 1 sick idiot can destroy it!) ;)

~ Joyce Kilmer



"You can kill us. But you'll never kill what happens on this corner."  (Tweet by @toomersoaks on Twitter)

WAR EAGLE!!







1 comment:

Vivienne @ the V Spot said...

I heard about this in church, actually. Our pastor showed video of what happened to these trees as an example of how people can be just plain ole' mean to each other.