That grand old tree that has stood the test of time. Weathered storms and lives on to give us shade in the summer and spectacular color in the fall. This one is for you!
| I think that I shall never see | |
| A poem lovely as a tree. | |
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| A tree whose hungry mouth is prest | |
| Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; | |
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| A tree that looks at God all day, | |
| And lifts her leafy arms to pray; | |
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| A tree that may in summer wear | |
| A nest of robins in her hair; | |
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| Upon whose bosom snow has lain; | |
| Who intimately lives with rain. | |
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| Poems are made by fools like me, | |
| But only God can make a tree. |
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